Dreaming
I felt your lips on mine
A gentle brush so fine
And so, restless in my sleep
I sought to savour and to keep.
I felt your fingers touch my face
As if the contours you would trace
As so in somnambulistic trance
My body swayed as if to dance.
I felt your breath - a freshened breeze
Like fingertips that gently tease
And stretching out I sought to find
A gentle love held in my mind.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-05-02 at 11:50
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