These gelid mornings
engender island dreams
of pinkest flamingos,
hot sands, swaying palms,
chattering parrots,
and rising tropical sun;
but finer far, Lady,
(closer, nearer, softer)
would it be to wake
beside your naked flesh
(willing, inviting, enfolding)
beneath a pile of quilts
in the dawn's iron chill
and coax from that
smoldering feminine heat,
from the striking sparks
of your eager kisses,
the exquisite, explosive fuel
of your caresses,
deep within the you of you,
the first fire of the new day.
- mce
Saturday, February 13, 2010
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Sounds like a dream that could & should come true for all of us. You paint such a beautiful picture with words. I can see it in my mind - awakening to such fantastic emotional feelings.
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