Perfect peaches
On the dining room table
Sharpened pencils in a cup
On my desk
Hot tea with milk
Wearing a new sweatshirt
I could have danced all night
The mood was so cool
Hot stuff
More than enough
To go around
Her beautiful brown eyes
And skin so perfect
I love her so much that it aches
She is like all those perfect things
Those mad nights of thrills
Those comforts
She is the morning dew on a rose
The cool breeze that breaks a heat wave
Nothing in this world
Not a thing
Compares to her hugs
Except maybe
Her kisses
And those other things
That remind me of
How much I love her
My wife
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