Dark chocolate nights
are my favorite.
They taste of deep kisses

and full moons
swirled in mellow summer
that melt in the mouth.

Cotton candy air
wafts between us
and I lean
toward you,

a sea of
strawberry emotions
cupped in your
strong hands.

~Lisa-Jo circa 1998

Because when this, our third, growing baby kicks and somersaults in my stomach I remember the me that fell in love with you. It was a sophomore summer and a cherry blossom romance.

And we’ve travelled long miles since then.

But still.

You are my favorite kind of favorite.

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