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Jan 23, 2013 at 9:35 AM

Sweet Somethings.          8/16/12
             
I never whispered sweet nothings in her ear
Everything I'd whisper was always something dear
I love you said softly while nibbling on her lobe
No matter what her mood,would get her to disrobe
I'd whisper my poetry and she turned to putty in my hands
I'd melt her heart,like ice on the burning sands
Forever and always will you please be mine
Gently blowing in her ear made jelly of her spine
Nibbling and whispering sometimes a playful bite
You're my life's inspiration,my beacon of light
As I whispered my endearments,like a cat,I'd make her purr
Because my sweet nothings always meant something to her
In memory of Janet "Lee" 7/18/64-10/29/2010

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