Shafts of filtered sunlight
        dancing on the bed
        Warms the silken pillow
        beneath your pretty head

        A smile plays lightly on your lips
        the visions you must see
        A longing for another time
        or feelings yet to be

        Whispers in the silence
        a hand upon your thigh
        The gentle rise of your breast
        you softly hear her sigh

In those precious moments
        in a world of sensual play
        You feel the touch of her hand
        her caresses start your day.
        June 2, 1996

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