Through a crack in the window..
In the early morning hour..
The smell of nights rain..
The song of a tit-mouse..

Drift in..

She is still sleeping..

Little twitches and smiles..

She traps time with her breath..
Softness rising and falling..

She is so beautiful..

I could watch her forever..

What could she be dreaming?
As dawn
Breaks the nights shade..

Light touches...
Soft kisses...

I cant resist

The silk flesh beside me..

Gently I bring her
From her peaceful slumber..

Little slits open
To brown pools of delight..

They sparkle despite
Being pulled from their dream..

I breathe her in..

As I nuzzle beside her..

She opens her arms
And pulls me in..
She whispers my name..
"Closer"..

She kisses me..

Eager lips on my neck..

I am lost in the morning..
I could love her forever....

*Poem & Some Pictures By Will Clark © *
1999
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