Dreaming Still
A restless night past
the morning sun kissed my cheek
lemon yellow licks
through the windows open pane
I felt your essence beam.
Covered as I was
in silken sheets, your amour
played the gentleman
smiling at my demure dress
leaving me dreaming still.
*Following the Muses Trail from Ruben O's
Blowing You a Kiss
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