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whispering secret poetry,
set ringing in the ears.
cautious to be sure,
as she sleeps light as a feather.
the untainted yearning to see the universe
dance in the distant galaxies
of her awaked eyes upon rising.
a well-placed hand
upon her belly
and to the side.
the backs of her legs brushing up
and against my flanks.
my lips resting
along the wide open expanse
of her angled shoulderblades.
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