Beside her skin I’m warm; her skin is soft
She calms me like a poet calms his verse
I’ve curled beside my lover like this, oft
Though now I sleep alone; alone is worse
Each breath I take, I take to taste her skin
I breathe because she gives me life to live
I want to live with her and live within
her beauty. If I sin, she will forgive
And yet, I only want to do what’s right
I want to curl up naked by her form
Her form is heaven-sent, it’s smoothe and white
Because she sleeps with me, her skin is warm
To touch her is the truth that comes from dreams
To love her is beyond the warmth it seems.

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