Approaching dawn
in the haze of sleepfelt your fingers in my navel
they circle the sensitive bellybutton
i can't help but shiver
the tremors you no doubt felt
made you braver
a kiss to my nape
a lick at my earlobes
i smiled, and shut my eyes tigher
refusing to wake
hands now my hips
never ceasing their movement
i couldn't help but
feel so comfortable
and soon i am back to sleep
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