01-03-2007, 09:31 PM
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A Gentle Wind
A Gentle Wind
Morning creeps into our room
And in the soft glow
Her silhouette
Dark upon the linen sheets
Is there for me to devour.
Auburn hair, tangled
By sleep obscures
Her face,
Softly undulating with her
Rhythmic exhalations.
A feather from my pillow
Interrupts her dreams as she
Sleepily brushes
Where it was moments before,
Exposing her wondrous nature.
Her breasts, firm and sweet
Rise and fall with the cadence
Of her breath,
Swaying softly as grapefruit
Tickled by the gentle wind.
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