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By sassy Date: 2005 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2005.09.04.07.28.19281]] |
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I wake you and it's reflexive like somewhere in your dream you were waiting for this, my touch, my kiss at your neck and your sweet scent of sleep and rest turns to that of need, and without a word of greeting we are kissing, and you are touching me moving over me, inside me, fevered, urgent, needful. How quickly passion overtakes us and leaves us washed up, spent, panting on its shores. We open our eyes and look at each other, and you grin and whisper a happy good morning and it is a good morning, in more ways than one. |