when I woke you with a touch

softly, with slight tremor
your breath escapes your lips
revealing there night vision's plot

telling with faint murmurs
and the shifting of your hips
what a slightest touch has wrought

languid, a stretch stirs
arm reaching, tightens, dips
resolves waking what dreams have brought
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