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Cruising


Going down a highway, The lines in the center change, I look over at him, His hand on my thigh, He is smiling, Happy we both are, I'm falling fast, Like raindrops from the sky, I smile to myself and lean over and kiss his cheek, He is amazing, All he does is smack my thigh gently and say " thank you sweetheart", Our love is so close, Like the lines in the center of the road.
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