In the cold morning light
When no ones in sight
You whisper my name
And nothings the same
Your voice at my neck
The bruch of your lips
A twinge in my side
Staightens me into you
Eyelashes tickling my skin
Toes digging in squeezing tight
Exploring fingertips find
A sensuous time.
c) Maha'oi 2007
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