And then,
when it gets so late,
That even the moon is tired
Tell me that you love me.
Hold me close,
Like you used to.
Kiss me in the hidden places.
Love me everywhere else.
Breathe your life into me,
And fill me with your soul.
Lay down beside me,
Then cover me in a
blanket of stars,
And never let me go.
That would be the
Perfect night.
Kim V. Poetry 
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