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March 2003 Poetry Three in the morning,
middle of the night.
I feel a kiss so familiar,
on my lips.
I awake to see you,
looking into my eyes.
A dozen roses in your hand.
Such a sweet way,
to wake up in the night.
I can sleep at anytime,
but right now,
I want you.
So spread the petals,
upon the bed,
lay me down,
and love me till dawn.
I promise I won’t mind.
~*~ Jill ~*~
