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?