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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Slowly Awakening

Slowly awakening in the bright moonlight
Legs entwined tightly around mine
Your face is pressed against my neck
Your soft breath sending shivers down me
Your fingers touch my face
My cheeks, my eyelashes
You’re breathing me in.
I lie there quietly
Wishing you would speak aloud
So I would know what you are thinking.
Posted by JLK at 1/12/2010

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