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Dreaming with my pen... By Amanda Lewis Dreaming with my pen, I pray for the Resurrection of Dawn. sun rises to wake the ceremonial dreamers green grass glossy with dew like hidden gems leaves shuffled by the precariously secure wind sounding like love's whisper--a tease windsâ hands easily caress her bare skin a slight tremble rises, as mountainsâ miniscule peaks form on her salty skin - screaming in her moist breath feeling his hands travel over every peak her naked body - throbbing with him, near him, for him she sees him through her warm breath a backdrop of grass wet beneath them with sweaty dew their bed, their sheet, as they move to love's rhythm, never breaking despite the dawn as sun projects Her head above the heavenly trees their celestial bodies intertwined loving upon now consummated earth no longer two but eternally bound |
