babe nothing quite as satisfying
as my head buried in your armpit
my shoulder falling asleep
inhaling our funk

stepping over strewn jeans
and empty video cases
eating cookies
made just because

swishing dish water
captured on film
so later you can watch
your honey doing
household chores
in your denim shirt

serving lunch by candlelight
toasted bagettes with
hummus and cherry tomatoes
nothing quite like
love

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