Late At Night
The real man is late at night
When he cuddles with you, pushes your hair out of your face
Kisses your forhead
How he treats you when you lay togetheris who you love
Not the daylight hours man who flirts with every woman
Late at night, layig together, pressed close
You kiss his eyes and temple
You adore your late night guy
In the wee hours of morning before the rising sun, he is honest and true.
He holds me like a delicate flower not wanting petals to be shorn from the rough winds of autumn breezes.
He covers me when I shake and shiver
He wraps around me to blanket cold
He kisses my ear, rubs my back
He holds my face in embrace
I adore my late night guy
Heather Turner
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