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I feel the warmth of your kisses

I feel the fire of your lust

I am so thankful you are my Misses

Any other would be unjust.



Your sensual body I take in with my eyes,

Unbelieving, you are mine.

Pinch myself each morning in surprise

You are not a dream so very fine.



My heart nearly explodes, each time I see

This angel who gives all her love to me.

Though I not be a hunk, per se

none could love you more or in more ways.



I love you in the morning

with curlers in your hair.

I love you as you struggle now

to get out of your chair.

I love you when you are grouchy

I know you don't mean to be.

I love you with garden grime

In you eyes,

As you plant another sacrafice.



So many ways I love you

So little time to tell.

So I will just say, 'I love you, babe.

My sweet southern belle.'