Stirring from a slumber deep,
her hand sought mine,
Her eyes still bathed in shades of sleep,
Her lips sought mine,
Gently sighing, soft my name,
As gentle as the summer rain,
Her warmth and scent, her yielding form,
As sunshine on a winters morn,
Her heart, was mine.

Laurie hill

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