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microphones & tv cameras set up ; the flash of the camera and the reporters voice resounds to you a single question: what does the lap of luxury mean to you ? & i pause & i laugh & look off to something beyond everyone else. + i start with a smile. it's those sunday mornings waking up with her and the comforters are halfway off the bed already, cold toes and warm bodies, it's yawning while yo usit up and struggling to pull the comforters back up, waking her up with those little kisses you'd give to the back of her neck, laughing quietly the whole time just because you're happy. and when she wakes up it's pulling her into you, surrounded by covers. it's the sunday morning feeling of being tired and full of all these emotions, and not wanting to get up or go anywhere. spending the day like that and bodies move from this way to that, whether you watch tv or read or do this & that, nobody is really doing anything but spending the day falling in love. with that warm & fuzzy feeling; i get it when i see her. constantly looking over my shoulder back at those brown eyes.
i end with a smile & i'm looking at what's most important to me when i tell her that this is more than riches, more than fame, that these days with her are the best anyone ever asked for; & she kissed me.
i end with a smile & i'm looking at what's most important to me when i tell her that this is more than riches, more than fame, that these days with her are the best anyone ever asked for; & she kissed me.