My Heart

Your little kick nudges me to wakefulness
As you seek my attention
I reach out and lay my palm on your head
As a sign that
I am here for you
I listen carefully
And our hearts beat as one
I feel you tumble and turn joyfully
And everything in me comes together
I know I cannot wait to hold you in my arms
And bury myself in the sweetness of you.

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