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we are together again, I am situated

           snug and securely nestled on your
           lap.

           Face to face, we aren't saying a word,

           our smiles dictate the narrative: Love!


           A gentle breeze stirs up strands of
           hair

           across my lips, you subtly remove
           them,

           taking your time to trace the contours.

           Your fingers fall back down to your
           side,

           not without grazing my bare
           shoulders


           and lingering the length of my entire
           arm.


           There's no harm in our loving one
           another,


           we sheltered ourselves from prying
           eyes...


           those who would despise us for
           Happiness,
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