Looking at You

Looking at your face I wonder
How does a man get so lucky?
Soft and smooth like the sheets we share,
Embracing as only lovers dare.
As warm as the sun that sets over an ocean,
And into a night of intangible emotion.
Looking at you I realize
That I am so damn lucky.

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