Mornings With Jim
Patt
He wakes me up every single morning, with love.
I have to be the luckiest person in the world.
I move into his space now and start working.
God he's so easy.
Thank God for that.
He's so beautiful and that smile of his melts my heart.
I'm putty in his hands.
He could do anything to me.
Should be scary, but instead I find it fascinating.
We're perfect together.
He just whispered that he loved me.
Just call me Jell-O.
I'm a big pile of goo.
I kiss him hard and let my actions speak for me.
Then I pull away and look into his eyes.
"Jim, I love you back."
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