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You - Apr 10
I woke this morning, lying next to you;
Contemplating your thighs, your breasts, your face,
as you still slept at rest in a dream’s embrace,
my eyes all over your fair features flew…
I lingered here and there—a glance askew
caught subtle movements in that furtive place
beneath your eyelids, wondering what chase
your soul pursued in the other blue…
You then stirred, awoke, and found me staring
at your body—you laughed and fast we fell
into a kiss, and more than just that, too,
toppling into one another, uncaring,
halted only by the alarm clock’s bell;
It was then I knew—I’m in hate with you.
Copyright ©
X F Lacasse
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