Not wanting to leave,
but to stay and touch longer
until morning's light
rises to find our bodies
exhaustively together.
Waking entangled
in the warmth of your body
rhythm of your breath
sings its song upon my cheek
so smoothly I must kiss you.
Your round eyes open
and I fall deep into you
swirling passion
in wild winds of making love
till morning birds will not sing.






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