I would pay one thousand kisses to go to the moon.
One million hugs and three thousand full-body laughs.
And I think a Mars bar, too.
As it is, She owns my heart,
and my body collides with Hers every night.
She lays me out expertly,
and it’s all I can do to worship —
to devote my sleep to Her, my dreams.
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