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Awakening Passion I wake up to the morning And gaze into your eyes, Or listen, as you’re sleeping, To your softly breathing sighs. Together we make love, At the dawning of the day, Beneath the gentle kiss Of sunlight’s morning ray. I long for the adventure I find from loving you, Adventure more exciting, As each day dawns anew. Then at the end of day, I sleep within your arms, As our souls now intertwine, Beneath the moon and stars.
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