The view from my minds eye is

The view from my mind-‘s eye is a wonderful as the morning sky,
clear of clouds, the shade of cornflowers.
The air, soft as silk, wraps my skin in a lover-‘s embrace
to cool the fire of my burning skin,
still hot from my lover-‘s touch.
The wind echos the cries of our ecstacy and whispers of
the feelings still smoldering within.
An arm, draped lazily over a leg, fingers lightly tracing circles
on your skin, a strand of my hair falls on your chest
as my lips await that first kiss of morning.
While you lay sleeping beside me I give thanks that you are here,
still loving me.
You-‘re not a dream anymore, and I-‘m lost in a vision of you.
by inforep500‚ 

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