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She rolled over in bed,
her knee was brushing up against my lower back.
Our bodies were half under the down covers,
and half outside of the sheets.
We both felt that cool winter draft across our skin,
silently creeping to the spring air.

She rolled over quietly,
embracing my body with her arms.
Her soft touches soothing my inner pains
and outer pleasures.
In a moment of time things were perfect,
until she rolled once more, from back to forth.

She whispered in my ear,
and she left without a trace.

 2004 David Greg Harth