- Erotic Poetry
- Wisps Of The Morning
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Bodies languid gestures,
Minds awakening
In the discovery of warm flesh.
Tongues speak in silent intertwining.
While whorls read the delicate
Braille of raised skin.
Quiet murmurs of moans break
The serene cacophony
Of the dim warm white of dawn.
Eyes blurry. Lids serried.
Torpid to focus.
As they shed the sands of dreams.
Fire stoked
With ember kisses,
And fresh wood kindling.
The aroma of coffee brewed.
Drip.
By drip.
By drip.
Morning cravings relished and remembered.
Are they smokey wisps?
Of passion spent incense, or
Remnants of nights’ ethereal hunger,
Or of memories long
Unfelt and buried?
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