Dreaming Queen

She lies there; inhaling, exhaling small silent breaths,
Motionless movement, a queen in her element.
Her naked fingers painting dreams against my skin;
As my gentle hand strums the pulse across her breast
A million sensations bursting down her spine,
As I cradle her close and devour the tiny breaths
Which leak from her lips.

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