I cannot remember what it was.
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Love me like that moment
of perfect waking;
not trembling
out of dreams
but gliding slowly into
consciousness.
As the morning breeze
holds dew in her bosom,
Inhale me as you would
her cold calm air,
a quiet kind of hunger
stirring in your sinews.
Adore me as the golden sun
adores your skin, your eyes,
sparkling and alive
for another day,
yet for another day.
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'Til tomorrow! Monday.
2 comments:
"Adore me as the golden sun
adores your skin, your eyes,
sparkling and alive"
That, I'm definite, is easy. :)
@Manech thank you! Heee. Made my day :P
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