She moves like poetry in the mornings. Soft pink and gold kisses her all over to wakefulness, to dream. soft turns and breath music enough to release me from these moonbeam eyes in a trance the feel of her breath on my skin hands undulate beneath feather sheets the feel of warm silk on my own- glorious. Stirrings, small circles on my chest the feel of her lips smiling beneath closed eyes. I cannot resist running my finger down her spine as the mad scent of her engorges my brain. I can watch her like this for all eternity. Butterflies flutter open at the sound of my name. The faintest trace of whirlwinds at her fingertips tracing my lips. One kiss. One smile. And she is forever out of my life.