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The Journal of A. Paige White Good Morning
07/02/2006 03:20 p.m.
Stretching, yawning, peeping toward the window light
I push bac the tangled twisted dreams sheeting my mind
To gaze at the love, not dreamed, but sleeping on my pillow
His eyes are resting, arthritic hands unstretched as yet
His love awakened the more as he sleeps and curls
His body next to mine. Resting from chasing me all over the bed all night
The more to snuggle, to push away fears of earlier rejections
To engage my body as well as my mind
With his adoring love.
This man adores me.
It is no dream, to be adored by the one I adore.
I am currently Loved
I am listening to family conversations
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