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Bump in the night


The dark room feels heavy on my skin, silence hangs thick. Only the sound of my breathing, shallow now,  can be heard. I feel him moving closer, softly across the carpeted room. The bed creaks, welcoming his weight, desiring it. Outside lightning shoots across the night skies, electricity courses through my veins... His body feels warm.

I am sprawled in front of him like a landing strip, all lit up and long. His touch, his breath, meandering along my secret places.

I know where this is going, I arch my back, greedy now...

He says my name, rolling it around on his tongue like chocolate, it falls off his lips barely audible. I am loved. And in the sanctity of this relationship, this is a beautiful thing.

Never one for public displays of affection, for wearing my heart on my sleeve, for shouting my love from the rooftops, I do this now from the top of the world(wide web).

For a million great reasons
- for the way you say my name like no other
- for the way you take care of our son
- for the years of laughter and tears
- for showing me the world
- for always showing up when it matters most
- for soft kisses; and hard ones
- for sticking with me when I don't make sense
- for taking the time to listen when the football is on
- for coming home, always returning to where I am
- for watching chick flicks with me till I fall asleep
- for challenging me, when I'm ready to give up
- for taking care of my needs without me having to say a word
- for making me feel beautiful when I've just woken up

I can go on...For a million great reason!

But mainly for One:  
Because of you, I am who I am, and I am Loved.
My story begins and ends with you.

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