Head resting on my palm,
I see you in the morning light sliced by the blinds.
Watching you toss and turn,
withdrawing to the edge.
You touch me passing by,
my hand caressing you.
You turn again, half open eyes.
I breathe you in, your nose is rubbing mine.
You kiss my lips, they lightly touch.
Your arms stretch out, drawing me close.
I feel your body, against my cool skin you are warm.
The soft embrace grows strong, the want..
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