beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Warm Soft Mornings

Those warm
Soft mornings
Where you wake with
The taste of me
On your lips
Pink flesh
Caresses awake
I’m aching before the
Day begins
Gentle but capable of
Breaking the bed
Beneath us

I have what you need

Deny with a shrug

But here in the wearied

Silence your body calls

And mine answers

Thrill to what you

Get from me

Offered without

Caveat

Let me show you

How I love

Want

Feel

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