morning glory
as I recline, awake in pre-dawn light
in light that softly filters through the blinds
I watch her sleep - my fount of sweet delight
she has no thought she pleases, there reclined
that she allures as sheets her shoulders drape
in light that softly filters through the blinds
with rise and fall of form her lovely shape
her covered, but unhidden lovely frame
all her allures as sheet her shoulders drape
she feels me there and snuggles me aflame
incendiary is her touch on me
with covered, but unhidden lovely frame
I live for her; she's all I have or need
she rises, locks the door, intent to love
incendiary is her touch on me
her passion rides - I groan to God above
as I recline - aflame in pre-dawn light
in sultry heat she fits me like a glove
in light that softly filters through the blinds
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Comments: 13
well done indeed.
and like len above, i have found incredible comfort in that scent that wafts from my beloved in the mornings - not even truly a scent, but a perceived aura, with an essense of aramoa.
and you have captured that in this poetic witing perfectly in my opinion.
good on you - good on you indeed.
Thanks for sharing with Gather's Luminous Writers and Artists.
Line #18 stands out for me.
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