Phoebus

I curled up in your arms and fitted in each crevice,
     
     Turning gently to warm my bottom you slid around my thighs,
    
     Pocketed in your arms we breathed the same air,
     
     Touching at one point or one limb, 
     
     Stroking along every hidden soft fold,
     
     We made love again and again,
     
     Until giggling, totally awake, we stretched and kissed,
     
     To be part of our new day.

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