Goose bumps raise the tiny, fine hairs on my neck as you murmur against my skin, Baby. I never tire of

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hearing you call me Baby. The years haven’t dampened the thrill. Your lips brush mine and the word baby escapes in a whisper. Forever your baby, lover and friend.

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