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Your fingers stroked my body
In the early hours of the morn
I felt you trace the lines of my reclining form
Ribs to waist to hips to thighs
Gently, emanating care, affection and desire
You pressed in close
To hold me
Secure
Loved
I warmed, tingled, reached for you
So longingly
So satisfied
In your presence
Your want reached out
So real, palpable, comforting
It was the perfect dream
In the young hours
Of a winter morn
In the early hours of the morn
I felt you trace the lines of my reclining form
Ribs to waist to hips to thighs
Gently, emanating care, affection and desire
You pressed in close
To hold me
Secure
Loved
I warmed, tingled, reached for you
So longingly
So satisfied
In your presence
Your want reached out
So real, palpable, comforting
It was the perfect dream
In the young hours
Of a winter morn
Published 24th Dec 2022
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