Marie Segolene C. Brault with hard little nipples

He picks up Bimber Bordem, with his head down in his eyes, and he says "Hi."

And he stumbles to the breakfast table while the **** are going off to school, goodbye.

And he reaches out, takes my hand, squeezes it, says "How you feeling, hon?"

And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun.

And if that's not love, then all I've got to say is...