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I crawl across our unmade bed
And position myself on your lap,
Slender fingers twisting themselves in
chestnut curls

I cross my eyes and stick out my raspberry tongue,
Invoking a sly smile
From your sun-kissed face

Your cinnamon sugar kisses
leave sticky sweet trails across
My peach-tinted lips,
Sunglow hands caress moonbeam thighs,

Your voice tickles my ears
As you whisper secrets meant only for me,
Round cheeks bloom into rose petals
And tears flood forest green irises

Because the word "home" never had a meaning
Until your freckled arms surrounded me.

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