We planned on another lazy Sunday, in the bed, those were my favorite kind of days.
Me tucked under his arm with my head resting on his chest talking about us, while he looks at me with a spark in his eyes.
Baby, "Are you hungry?", he says. I grinned. With a kiss on my forehead, he heads up. Oh how I loved watching him walk in his boxers, he was my canvas.
I lay in my sea green pants, writing my journal. He is my muse, My forever fever.
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