The angel of the morning rises. Stroking against warm soft flesh. A ripple of a quiver. Standing tall. A touch of tender power. Taste the dream. A shiver of naked emotion as one and one make two. Warmth inside. The bodies hot. Entering a dream. Volcanoes of a million lands, All explode as one. Breathe relax. Ride the warming glow. Whisper I love you. Hold, touch drift to sleep and rise again. By ladylivvi1