With Her

we went out for dinner

on valentines day,

she wore the slinky black dress

and earrings that I love so much;

she still takes my breath away,

and always will;

she tells me about her day,

talking and bubbling,

as I bathe in the glow

of her radiance,

full of quiet pride,

just to be sitting

at the same table

with her,

she is my partner,

my soul mate;

the woman of my dreams;

she orders her beloved

grilled shrimp,

the big jumbo juicy kind,

that I love to watch her eat,

because she smiles

with every bite,

and I feel her passion,

as the juice runs down her lips,

and it is all I can do,

to keep from leaning over

and licking them clean,

instead I wipe them off

with a napkin,

as she giggles, like a beautiful

young girl;

later,

lying next to

each other in bed,

her head resting

on my chest,

she tells me

how wonderful

the night has been,

I softly kiss

her head,

and tell her

that it truly

was,

but then,

with her;

every night is.

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