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 Sizzle
The crisp morning encourages me to snuggle;
Nestling up closer, the sun peeping through.
The cold hardwood floor waits for our feet;
But we are not budging, pulling the covers up.
Our embrace sparks a flame, feeling the sizzle;
The fire burns out of control, engulfing our bodies.
I kiss your lips tenderly, you respond passionately;
This is certainly going to be a good, good morning.
We begin a romantic dance under these covers;
The cat waits for her breakfast, summoning patience.
Romance spirals, caresses respond to caresses;
We fall into a rhythm together, unified by passion.
The moment becomes timeless, overtaken by sizzle;
Love blossoms producing a delicious sweet nectar.
The world and her demands cease this morning;
For existing now is only you and I, only you and I.
5Nov11
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