Bed is my refuge.
My buddy a comfort.
Skin to skin is key;
she reaches for my hand,
I spoon into her warmth,
flank to flank we lie,
sometimes quiet,
sometimes talking,
sometime giggling
imagining what our children
would think of us
withered teens cuddling in the night.
Fletch, you are blessed
to have such a chum
and such a place --
your hideout from the world.
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