The sunlight illuminates your masculine grace
A sweet smile plays across your face.
Oh what a dream it must be.
Your body echoes
chords of a blissful reprieve.
I hate to wake you, but
dawn is here, and it’s time to rise.
Soft kisses and coffee in the early morning light.
-Tosha Michelle
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Thank you kindly.
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That’s lovely, Tosha. Your poem exudes warmth and happiness.
Ellie xo
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Thank you. x
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Love this Tosha. 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you. xx
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So lovely ❤
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Thank you. x
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