Morning Beckons

Thursday, May 25, 2017


I feel the sun on my led filled eyelids 

long before they dare open
My mind is bombarded with flashing images of flesh on flesh

evoked by your scent alone
 I know that I must go

my phone screams

I am already late
 But as I lift the veil 

succumbing to morning

 like Medusa, you have me frozen in your gaze
 How could I possibly move?

when wrapped in your heavenly blanket

of silky cinnamon skin?

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