Lying in your arms, feeling the dawn slowly
mark it way across our bodies
My head says time to get up
My heart differs
Gentle stroking, up and down
my spine
touch of gossamer
there… not there
Warm
Stirring
Is it real or do I sleep still?
Too real to be a dream, slowly bringing me
from the depths of sleep
Smooth
Slow
Sensual…
As though a sudden move
would cause me to shatter
I wake easily,
Knowing the warmth I feel
is more than the rising sun
I turn to you.
My eyes are closed,
but I can see your smile,
feel you surround me.
Your lips upon mine.
Asking a silent question.
Receiving a silent answer.
Love me…?
Yes…
Oh yes…
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Raivenne-lations 
whew…this is hot…haha…love those gentle wakings….your first four lines hooked me in great description of that warm place…have fun sleeping in…smiles.
Beautiful, Raivenne! Mornings like this are a treasure and should be spent wisely!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/05/29/dreaming-downhill/
Damn *shiver*
Yes, darling … yes … love me!
Reminds me of my poem Afterglow … you start and I finish 😉 http://wp.me/p1xUtA-c3
Wow! Nothing like the screaming alarm clock that was my morning. LOL
amazing warmth.
Whoa! I like this, this slow-paced sensual and expressive poetry! That love could definitely be felt in the words!
Mornings, if I could, I would spend waking up in the slow-motion stirring, exactly as you describe.