It’s a labour of love,
Labouring over you.
Like nothing else,
I’ve ever wanted to do.
I’ll labour long hours,
This you know to be true.
For one thing I love,
Is making love to you.
The magic of reflected love
It’s a labour of love,
Labouring over you.
Like nothing else,
I’ve ever wanted to do.
I’ll labour long hours,
This you know to be true.
For one thing I love,
Is making love to you.
Yes….hours!
My god…hours and hours!!!!
Loving you is never a labour…
and holy-hell you have quite the big, thick, light-saber…!
I love making love with you, to you, for you…
Let’s make love daddy!!!! What a great idea….
Can we?? Now????
hehe
This is a beautiful poem my love…thank you so much oxoxoxox
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Our work will never be done… ever! 🖤
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nope!
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Mmmmwah 😙😙😙
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