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I require nothing more than your hand holding me steady. But if I were honest… had I that, I would want your head on my shoulder. The tender curl of your arm around my waist. Upon a mound of pillows, we could lie together. You, warm and supple beside me, would need only ask me for a kiss.
No, your hand would not be enough, and I would come to rely upon it, that tenderness, that soft caress of your honeyed lips. Do not go before the morning. Do not leave me here, for without you I do not rest.