Waking With A Dream In Your Arms
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Awakening with my dream in my arms
carrying the dream into sunlight
where they both do me warm
Sitting quietly, gentle touch,
eyes in eyes, desire, so much.
Now we shift and together tea drink,
planning our day, as ONE we think
Loving first and then some tasks,
filling the other, if they ask.
Feeling our balance,
never with masks,
me-n-you, half-n-half
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