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Mine

Mine

You'd wake me in the middle of the night – as if it were an aide-mémoire– a reminder, to let me know the beauty of me in your eyes.

I mean you tell me all the time, I'm not complaining...

I just love to see the look on your face, so flustered, stumbling to get the right words to come out...
it's amusing in the easiest way.

But take your time, I'm not going anywhere.

And yet here you are again...
Somehow managing to let your actions out-speak those timid words.

The way you'd gently move my hair from my bare face and let your thumb rest on the highest point of my cheekbones, only to gently stroke back and forth against my soft skin and admire my natural beauty.
Your preferred.

And then the way you'd kiss my forehead and watch me as I lie on your chest, drifting into my slumber..
only to meet you again, once more.

You'd say I'm everything you've wanted and needed in someone being your something. I just hope I'm what you've been searching for 'cause somehow you seem to fit the missing piece to my puzzle.

Your kisses bring calm into my very own.
So divine,
yet so familiar.
Familiar as if I've known this before,
Familiar as if I'd call you home.