The Perfect NightA Poem by MichaelI walk in the room And there she is Laying naked on the bed With her hair let down The fireplace is all aglow Two glasses of champaine On the tray. As I wrap my arms Around her body It rids me of all tormoil and pain Fufilling all my wants Not forgetting my dreams You truly are the woman for me. With your tender touch And your radient smile I just want to rest
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