‎Empty is the bed that's full of her

Giving

Alone she lays eyes closed to the awakening of the morning‎

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under the covers feet begin tapping the pedals in  each other  pumping the wheel which is to begin the turning  spinning the threads of dreams -

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A tapestry, like a song, spins around the soft most feminine parts of her body, garters hold up the lace, long legs dance the ballet of desire as covers warm from the morning breeze coming from the fogs over the mountains which sunrise hides from.

Kmg

Nov2015