familiar hands caress and take root on to me again.
everything is how it should be.
spliced rays grace my cheeks amongst the bed of our 'morrow.
I shed a tear he does not see.
I dont want this to end.
a playful kiss against my cheek.
i let the warmth in.
entangled sheets, dress my legs.
i sink into him again, his hand clothed by mine.
Lovers' whispers keep me there.
this is our morning;

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