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Not far from a dream to a sigh
In the still of the night I can feel her,
As she stirs by my side in her sleep,
Her bare legs across mine, a twitch
Of her thighs, her ‘love you’ soft lips
On my cheek.
A wild combination of wanting,
A need to be closer than this,
An awareness of flesh, when no
Words need be said, for what words
Could suffice for a kiss?
In the cosy warm nest of belonging,
Comes a ‘can’t you sleep, neither can I,’
Bury lips in her neck, her shoulders,
Her breasts, it’s not far from a drean
To a sigh.
© Joseph G Dawson