Morning Interlude

Just a thought!

Emersed in a dream, silken hair brushing my face

Warmpth of a soft body pushing up aganst mine

Gentle fingers caressing lines on my brow

A moistened tongue slowly encircles my lips

I am suddenly cascading between fantasy

and the weight pulsating on my chest

My lids strain, still trying to gain focus

This vision leaps from my bed...

It's my beloved Sasha awaiting her

moment in the sun with the morning dew.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'll just let you run with your imagination.....Tongue Out

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