Looking Through Stained Glass

Poncho - Stolen

Lying in your arms, feeling the dawn slowly
mark it way across our bodies . . .
My head says
time to get up
My heart differs

Gentle stroking, up and down
my spine
touch of gossamer
there... not there

Warm

Stirring

Is it real ?
or do I sleep still?

Too real to be a dream, slowly bringing me
from the depths of sleep

Smooth

Slow

Sensual...

As though a sudden move
would cause me to shatter

I wake easily,
Knowing the warmth I feel
is more than the rising sun

I turn to you.
My eyes are closed,
but I can see your smile,
feel you surround me.
Your lips upon mine.

Asking a silent question.
Receiving a silent answer.

Love me...

yes... oh yes.

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