Another hard day
Winding down the last hour
My favorite part
Just me and you now
Pajamas robe and slippers
We sink in and rock
I touch with light kiss
But then linger to inhale
The scent of baby
You’re tucked in my arms
Soft head snuggled under chin
You smell like all mine
And here we will stay
With an easy rhythmic glide
Bottle long finished
There’s no need to rush
I have no where else to be
I’ll sway here with you
Another hard day
Winding down the last hours
This is all I need
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