Your Shirt

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Your shirt falls

Just below my hips

And rises slightly

As I kiss your lips...


Revealing my curves

And I give you a grin

For there is nothing, my love

Between your shirt and my skin...


You pull me towards you

Holding on so tight,

Staying warm under covers

Until the morning light...

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