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The man of my dreams

He takes gentle steps when he walks. But when he runs, he runs towards me and follows with a tight and warm hug.
He understands that I can be  indecisive and unstable; so he has memorized my favorite things and knows what I'll love for breakfast, brunch, and the snack before bedtime.
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Before I wake, he has already ironed and laid down my clothes, prepared my bathe water and sliced into a plate, some watermelon, pineapple and pawpaw. He then awakens me with soft kisses on my lips, neck and nipples, and whisper in my ears; "good morning, beautiful". 
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After my long days and nights on my long heels, he lays me down after giving me a good bath, and massages my feet, back and waist till I fall asleep. He's the love of my life. He's the man of my dreams, who exists only in my dreams.
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