Ode to Sheri
I have felt the fire of you inner flame,
Burning me, as I snuggle close to you in bed.
And I have heard the rumbling of you inner core,
The cavernous echoing of each snore.
I have touched the satin of your skin
It's texture a playground for my fingers.
My hand has brushed your sating hair,
Played with it, curled it, twirled in upon my fingers.
I have looked into your eyes,
And there, seen a spark of heaven.
I am yours.
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