I woke to the twining of fingers
snaking beneath warm blankets
following the arching of my leg
risen slightly
gliding curves
dividing valleys
in search of rivers
warm breezes burrow
kissing through locks of autumn
whispering, 'I love you'
as we lay
bodies pressed and curled
twined and penetrating
drifting off together
I think, how much I love
when you come home late.
© Tammy Hendrix 2010
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Beautiful, romantic poem elegantly brought forth with artistic brilliance.