|The angel of the morning rises.
Stroking against warm soft flesh.
A ripple of a quiver.
A touch of tender power.
Taste the dream.
A shiver of naked emotion as one and one make two.
The bodies hot.
Entering a dream.
Volcanoes of a million lands,
All explode as one.
Ride the warming glow.
Whisper I love you.
Hold, touch drift to sleep and rise again.
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