"It's Morning Here..."

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a morning's awakening
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It’s morning here.

The sun arisen,
a cloudless day.

The heat is growing
both outside and in.

And I KNOW you are lying
-just beyond reach…

Ensconced within bed’s dream and softness,
pillows gathered close.

Life has paused …me in such thought.

Echoes of you flowing within…
round and around ‘til
all else is naught –
and fingertips …reach
and reach ‘til they find…

…you.

Right there…

here – within dreams reach

and want begins anew.

I wish I could gently hold you near
and so softly kiss the heart within
‘til it and you awoke
and warmed with me in the rising sun.

I want to FEEL the texture
of your skin.
Taste the lips that beckon so.
Feel your breath -
as it melds with mine.
Feel you shiver as fingertips flow.
Softly search for the heat of you,
feel the need arise within.
Barely join, then thrust anew…
and FEEL you enwrap me
in your glow.

I want to see and feel your hips
arise… and watch as I disappear…
taken within as they sink so soft and slow
then plunge hard and hard again.

I want to see your heat build and build,
nips so taut they ache with NEED…
watch as a glistening me is taken
again and again to such a woman's sound,
and feel YOU tighten and tighten all the more
as slipping through - the tension builds…
and builds - 'til you collapse
across me full
and melt and melt and grasp me tight…
a second skin flush with care
and held so close - two are one,
and silly soft tones flow and echo…
our day as night.

And the afters close in,
and dreams come to life…
and tongue tips softly trace
echoes through our lives.

I want to remember how to breathe
again…
FEEL -
again…
want to -
again…

with - you.

…and NOW make Love …again.


Chris
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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 3 years ago

STILL LOVE THIS ONE!

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 4 years ago
Amazing!

Wow!

I loved this! Raw and real, not fit into some boring standard way of writing. You write beautifully! Your tempo was perfect! Loved it!

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