By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 18 January 1999

Sleeping Beauty

You do not know how much you look like Sleeping Beauty to me in the morning.
The moment becomes a fairy tale told to my heart.  As I slip back into bed 
next to you, I see your lips curl into a smile.  Your arm reaches back for me
through the fog of sleep and we enfold each other back to front.  

I hold you closer to me to keep this moment alive for just a few seconds 
longer.  I take in the smell of you as if you could color my lungs.
I kiss you softly on the back of the neck.  You moan in dreamy happiness.  
You melt back into my embrace.  This is a blissful moment.  This is a mood to 
capture in a bottle and sell for millions.