A Woman Gently Stirs - Poem by Laurie hill
Twilight, just before the dawn,
shows pale your skin, against my touch.
A girl before this night was born,
a girl who had to give so much.
And now a woman gently stirs,
who smiles soft, in slumbered bliss,
When moved to yield, her treasure pure,
Her breath was held, within a kiss
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