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Feb 09, 2008
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Waking to my love
Soft tendrils of form finger-touch
The beginnings of consciousness.
An image floating, closeted
In the deep recesses of mind,
Appearing, disappearing;
Drifting on a warm, streaming light,
Leaking past fluttering eyelids.
Faster now, a steady presence,
Image slowly bringing focus;
Eyes opening onto a smile
Whose lips briefly press their desire
Upon a softly waking face.
Your eyes staring up into those
You know have one life-long message
That is the tenderness of love.
— professor, Feb 09, 2008
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Critiques
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Devoured
Mark
18 years 3 months ago
A Familiar Feeling
j_h08
18 years 3 months ago
Beautiful...
Candlewitch
18 years 3 months ago
Awesome write!
blistered-pen
18 years 3 months ago
almost crying
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Only almost?
LadyTheresa
56 years 5 months ago
Powerful and Tender
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Precious times
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Closeted
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Valentne
meic
18 years 4 months ago
This is a beautifully
professor
18 years 4 months ago
Tender moments
cricket
18 years 4 months ago
Tenderness of Love
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Finding love
poewriter58
18 years 4 months ago
beautiful
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Quietly drifting
pinksheep
18 years 3 months ago
Tender Moments
pinksheep
18 years 3 months ago
Tender.....
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Read on
carnyspook
18 years 3 months ago
I like it
purplemoondoll
18 years 3 months ago
Every word and line has been
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Every word..
RSScheerer
18 years 3 months ago
precious and tender
professor
18 years 3 months ago
Tender
Ink Dragon
17 years 5 months ago
Professor,