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...