My time

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Our special time approaches and your scent fills me with expectation. I hear your voice at a distance and look for you among the crowd. My eyes are ever fixed on you. You look at your watch, approach me and hold me. You place my hand in yours and sweetly caress my cheeks. I am lost in your embrace. My heart grows heavy when other things interrupt our time. The times you play with your phone, eat or talk to someone else enrage me. I push away in disgust. This is our time, not anyone else’s or for anything else. When I feel your loving gaze, then I can rest once more on your bosom. I don’t ask for much but your devoted attention and the warm milk you alone can provide.

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