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The view from my mind’s eye is a wonderful as the morning sky,
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clear of clouds, the shade of cornflowers.
The air, soft as silk, wraps my skin in a lover’s embrace
to cool the fire of my burning skin,
still hot from my lover’s touch.
The wind echos the cries of our ecstacy and whispers of
the feelings still smoldering within.
An arm, draped lazily over a leg, fingers lightly tracing circles
on your skin, a strand of my hair falls on your chest
as my lips await that first kiss of morning.
While you lay sleeping beside me I give thanks that you are here,
still loving me.
You’re not a dream anymore, and I’m lost in a vision of you.
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