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Completely Dawn Peeking over blankets of pine, early autumn breaks gently tickling the sleeping, September sun awake. Yawning, she stretches gracing horizon heights and when earth meets sky her open fists palm rays of light. Spreading, she flowers on drops of dew white-silver beading blades of green and pink blushing, floral wings. His reaching hands eagerly cup her wet, warm tears befalling streams of joy. Squinting, lash to lash, ablating morning glory, her dazed, dreaming eyes appraise his tranquil face. Rising cheeks curve his kissable lips that smile with splendor as anticipation quietly remembers melting beneath warm breaths bequeathed. Unfolded and molded, his miraculous passion beholds her as the flower of sun, sweetly, completely consuming dawn. |
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........and now just say, 'ahhhh'! I did!
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