Pure LoveA Poem by Callipyge
Hand touching forehead
A mix of rough and tender Skilful he is not Adjusting that pink cap A quick glance at me His lips lovingly touching The pure soft skin Protectively looking I’m an admiring witness Of a proud daddy © 2012 Callipyge |
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