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Morning glory

Gloriously lingering
Fingers on my thighs
Imagining us, eye to eye

Baby, you are here, in reach 
Floating on a west wind
I see your cloud approaching
I picture you jump

In my arms
Gloriously lingering
Like in the poem that I wrote
Driven by an inspiration
From nearby our thighs
We float

Morning story
Imagine us, brow to brow
Here, in reach and glory
You hold me dearly


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