Her breath,
warm on my neck,
as her breathing
continues a steady rhythm.
I feel her fingers
resting gently on my chest
in response to images
flowing in her subconscious.
My eyes
against the dark of the room,
the dark of night
hanging just outside the window.
Her feet
no longer cold
on my bare leg,
and the heat from her
slumbering body
causes me to slip one arm
and my other leg
out from under the covers.
The temperature will get colder
as she moves away
and night creeps through the window.
I let the comfort of her love
lull me to sleep.


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