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Touch Me
last night i awoke under the tossing and turning of night's sky, half-lit flickers of light glowing from beneath thick, smoke-colored clouds that lit my room much like the candle burning cherry scents only a few hours ago. with night's veil only half-lifted i rolled myself towards you, your body, molded, awaiting, as if craving my touch, settled me within a comfortable dark. night became still again, more so than us and her sounds became distant echoes to ours as we slid from dreams to reality and back to dreams. i awoke this morning to the sounds of birds singing outside my window, the sun was still hanging on the edge of the horizon blushed as red as me in remembering night. you were as still as summer's air but the smile on your face told me, you were singing louder than these birds, and i settled myself in, pressing tightly against you, and you rose, slightly before day. now i sit alone, watching the sun make her way across the half-covered sky, as if trying to sleep in on this sultry day, and i can't help but crave your touch again.
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