Labour of 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.

4 thoughts on “Labour of Love”

  1. 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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