Dawn of a Sunday

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    Dawn of a Sunday

    Linger a little here and there,
    I can only manage to stop and stare,
    Unobserved, softly provoking, the hand moves.
    And the love that falls within the grooves.

    My body he explores and claims,
    Beyond the heart that he did tame.
    Deep recesses of my fate and dreams,
    Fantasies beyond my wildest extremes.

    A flame in the night,
    Glory right before the morning light.
    The reminants of sleep slowly fade,
    The weeks dues have all been paid.


    Shed the darkness and breath the life,
    Escape the trials and the strife.
    Its our time to rejuvenate,
    Take a lil time and enjoy then hibernate.

    The strength is in this very bed,
    The place where you and I lay our head.
    The place where we unite,
    prepare for another of lifes battles to fight.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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