The Sleepless Night

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I'm lying beside you in the quiet of tiwilight watching you stir in your dreams
The sultry moon falling around you adoringly illuminating your porcelain skin
A hint of amber in your hair glistens softly cascading down the pillow & your shoulder
I smile by the light of the candles aglow my thoughts lingering on how I adore her
But do I dare touch or awaken you there as you lie so gracefully in slumber
And do I kiss your lips passion rampaging through me with love & unquenchable hunger
You look like an angel there bound by white satin entwined in the sheets beside me
And I feel like more man than I ever have been knowing here's where you're longing to be
The candlelight flickers & hangs on each curve like garments that billow & cling
I ache & desire having your skin against me embracing the warmth that you bring
I just cant help but touch you my steady hands canvas your body so delicately
You open your eyes gently pressing against me the smile on your face sets me free
Lifting your body to meet with my hands and savoring every touch
You guide and direct me to delicate places & whisper "I love you so much"

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