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Midnight Embrace

A familiar scent fills the room,
It's a pleasant musk.
I don't have to look,
I know it's you.

I smile as you approach,
Cautiously so not to wake me.

As you slip into bed,
I turn over to greet you.

You reach over running tired fingers through my hair,
Pressing lips to mine,
And I am lost in your kiss.

Crystal Middlemas 
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