HIS TOUCH

He touches my chest,

My heart spurns for him,

I yearn for his kiss,

Longing to feel his five o’clock shadow on my cheeks,

I passionately pull him in,

Intertwined we kiss,

Rolling in bed like young adult lovers,

He rests his head on my hairy chest,

Running his fingers through the thick fur.

He sighs in relief and relaxation,

And we settle in for the night,

Staring into each other’s eyes,

In love and intertwined.

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