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Thursday, February 26, 2009

In the middle of the night I wake
To find you next to me
The feel of your body close to mine
Comfort over comes me

Perfect

A perfect day, a perfect night
Our body's grow closer
Warmth grows to sweat
Hands are exploring unseen territory
Slowly they move over curves
They follow limbs to their tips
Our lips touch, feel, want
Whispers and moans fill the air
Darkness covers the room

Sleep

Your an angel
Gently sleeping
Peacefully you turn
And reach for me
I feel your finger tips
Touch my hips
Gently you pull me close
The warmth of your body
lulls me into a sleep
Safe and vulnerable
I sleep