Streaks of dew drops
Slide down morning’s cheek
Slanted sun rays
Scattered and powdered
Eager vapors floating
Towards waiting lips
Warmth concealed in palms
Loosened upon rubbing
Body struggles
To fold into yours
Through a foggy curtain
To caress and kiss
Your pinched cheeks!
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