Unabated Dreaming

Awaking and finding her there,
I began to draw the tetragrams
with my finger tips upon her hip
and circled in her breasts.

Drawing closer, and spooning in,
I found myself aroused
and leaned in to touch her scent
and closed my eyes to concentrate.

Her hair became a quadrant
of the heavens held in rhymes
and each strand became a tincture,
its rarity made known indwelling.

Her legs began to move
and as we wrapped and coiled,
not fully wakened she enveloped me
and recoiled only in a surge of sighs.

Her moaning launch and pitch
not withstanding sweat
and biting lips that kiss,
her languid state unabated.

Having never fully wakened
she continued on asleep
and I too now once again
dreaming wake beside her.

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