the feeling of his soft hands curled around my stomach
his soft kisses on my forehead
slowly making their way to meet mine
his lips as soft a strawberry
i wish they would remain here forever
but they have to leave
one day
those lips will intertwine forever
i cannot wait any longer for that day to arrive
the day of our marriage
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
the feeling of his soft hands curled around my stomach
his soft kisses on my forehead
slowly making their way to meet mine
his lips as soft a strawberry
i wish they would remain here forever
but they have to leave
one day
those lips will intertwine forever
i cannot wait any longer for that day to arrive
the day of our marriage
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