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"I have to go to work", you whisper, groan and sigh. I giggle in my sleep, "Okay but it's Sunday, silly sleepyhead..." "I know", you tease, lazily sweet, so I roll over, and curl cozy catlike to your chest, and you reach for me and I smile. "Now who is the sleepyhead?", you ask, "Silly You!". "Your toes are dancing, aren't they?", I reply, still half asleep "Oh, hush" you whisper and I sigh.
last night we danced alone together, here. last night, I left my clothing neatly piled on a chair. last night, we somehow let our shyness drop away and danced so alone and so together sheepishly, naked and slow.
now, again, we sweetly, shyly meet, rolling over into sunlight, alone, together, we-- you, me, curled up catlike, both now. and you whisper, "May I have this dance?" and I stretch a bit and again I sigh, "But, I'm not awake, are you?" and you smile. so we dance a slow, slow, soft jazz slow dance.
and oh, I smile and wriggle my toes in tune with yours and sigh, "Sleepyhead, huh?" "Shh..." you reply, touching your finger to my lips and I slowly open my eyes in this dream, and taste the morning on your mouth. "mmm..."
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