The year is 2027
I am making you coffee while Chuck Berry plays over the radio
I balance a breakfast tray into our room
And kiss your forehead awake
In your sleep
You are saying my name over and over
I nudge you gently awake
You stroke the curves of my body and grab snatches of my butt
Smiling carelessly with your eyes still closed
And I snuggle up to you
Softly
Ever so softly
"I could just die now, darling
I am so happy, I am
I finally am"
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