Soft touch of her fingers interlaced with tender sweeping tickles
Relaxed are my arms gently rested not limp
The smell of her skin kissed with sweet perfume
Darling gazes with subtle sweeping green eyes
Drifting slumber held warmth of hers and mine.
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