The woman in my bed
a smile that spread like dawn
filled crevices in the crumpled pillow
and spoke to the places
within my thoughts, that make and re-make
the woman in my bed
Unquiet, as was never in plain day,
Her insistent whispers churn the air
passions under breath
her body translates rippled thunder,
as lightning on wet lips met my skin
The woman in my bed
Wraps me in arms and thighs
As her deep blue eyes close to the dim lit room
and open to her heart
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