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Lips that pouted, soft and plump
How he longed to hungrily kiss her

Watching quietly, as she lie asleep
He knew in his heart, he would miss her

No chance for him to stay the night
He needed to leave while he could

She always knew he would return
Some things are just understood

One last glance, as he left the room
How he wanted so much to wake her

His heart always caused him such grief
Next time, he promised, he’d take her



March Writing Prompt:  Pouty and Plump – Day 13/31

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