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Morning

The sun kisses the moon good morning,
I watch it’s fingers steal across my bed
Sleep is old and stubbornly refuses me,
My pillow tries to comfort my weary head

I close my eyes and dream of you again
My back tucked tightly in your embrace
I can feel you breathing deeply in my hair
Turning, I lift my hands to touch your face

I look into eyes gone dark with pleasure
A deep forest still lit by the day’s last light
I drink kisses from your lips made of promise
My tongue, made of wings poised for flight

I drag my lips across your body’s landscape
Revealing your taste, one kiss at a time
I hear your breaths rush out in whispers
And my heart beats faster to the rhyme
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