And more….

His clothes were wrinkled and tattered, matching his body hidden where none had been for many a year until he dreamed a dream of sun and warmth which now he sought desperately.  He turned and he looked, reaching out to touch the sleeping dream he could not see.  He dared not, he thought not, he wished only to see, to feel her soft skin, her sleeping face, her breasts rising and falling in sweet harmony, with the turning of stars, the rising of moon and returning of sun; she breathed so he could be, so he could see,  he lay so still and dreamed of sparks of beauty under his touch as he felt her tenderly


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