Poetry 2

At the door I want,
You to smile and wave me bye to work.

On the couch I want,
You to cuddle up with your warmth.

In the kitchen I want,
You to stimulate my taste buds.

On the balcony I want,
You to endlessly gaze stars with me.

In the bedroom I want,
You to live the moments of only us.

On the window I want,
You to watch the rains sipping our coffee.

In the bathroom I want,
You to role-play between my child and mother.

On the bed I want,
You to lay on chest and rub my feet for eternity.

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