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A soul awakened, as if from ancient sleep.

Hope of new love the impetus
for drawing in restorative breath,
waking desires long dead.

Her breathing changed,
no longer interrupted
by deep and mournful sighs
borne of loveless nights.

She inhales deep and lustily now,
refreshing, resurrecting her.
Sometimes it comes
in sensual gasps, acute and primal,
anticipating… a carnal hungering
for a first kiss.

The persistent gnawing in her soul
replaced with longing to repose,
breathless, whole,
At last in love’s embrace.

A soul awakened,
no longer confined in lifeless sleep.

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