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Shhhhhh
The warmth comes first,
Before the sun even lifts an eye…
I lie and look at your contours
Your golden hair
I watch you fill with each breath and sigh
The whispers inside
Make me wonder of the places you dream of
Am I with you
On your pillow
Or high in the clouds that surround you
Not to awake you…
I cannot resist, a touch
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2007-12-01
23:53:00
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Anonymous
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Arts & Humanities
➔ Poetry
Thanks Elys...these are still warm from the oven. I will work on them after they cool off. I appreciate your input...did I mention...standard text messaging rates apply...
2007-12-02
01:25:09 ·
update #1