On the edge of sleep
On the cusp of miscalculation
Warmest of places
Feelings of lasting contentment
Past loves
With new blood stirring
Close your eyes
Unbutton just a trouser
Drift away
Into some lust just full of oblivion
Some other spacious ecstasy
Tiredness; quietly there she takes you
Gives you a frizzle
Strands your hair
Upstanding, her hands
Are soft and warm
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