Cuddling on a Saturday
CUDDLING ON A SATURDAY
Your skin is warm and close,
We seem to blend into one.
Speaking is optional.
A smile, a whisper, convey everything.
Fascinated with slender fingers,
Feeling your hand on my neck.
I feel connected to you, soul to soul.
The rings on our hands mark our
commitment, our children are
a statement of love.
I know from this moment on
that you will always be home, and
the storms in my life can never penetrate
the shelter you provide.
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