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Unexpectedly he shares
That in all the years, Through all the relationships, Never has he been loved So unconditionally. He is amazed and touched By my acceptance And genuine desire For nothing from him, But simply who he is. I look into his seeking eyes, Run my fingers through his greying hair, And tell him that his confession Is the sexiest thing A man has ever said to me.
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