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The sun shines through cotton curtains
and lights you up beside me.
An everglow
slowly soaking into the bed sheets
and soon you wake
mouth open, a kiss waiting.
But you don’t yet
not yet
you want to look as you steal my breath away
with a gentle hand
between each curve
from my face to my waist
like a boat
on an ocean.
I am full of butterflies
bursting to flee my ribs
in every colour
wings soft
the gentlest of grazes
my fingers
on your cheek.
Slow, slow.

From Annabel:

Hello folks,

As promised, here is a new poem for you to read. It’s called Moment, the new instalment to the ‘Forging’ collection.

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