The sun shines brightly upon your eyes as you watch me sleep. I wake to your lips upon my face. Might this morning be sweeter than the ripest strawberry. You kneel by my side as I drift back in. Holding me, holding the silence as your gaze upon my slumbered face. Again your lips meet mine. Bittersweet sparks as I hate to see you leave. The last of your nectar upon my lips as your fingertips slide away from mine. I shall dream of you until your spirit returns to me.
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June 23, 2007 Strawberry Morning
July 26, 2007 02:19 PM EDT
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