Dawn of Love
Posted on July 13, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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Dawn’s pink rising on the horizon as you stir in our bed
I turn and trace the tattoo
long graceful fingers fluttering and dancing
down to your core of heat as you stumble from sleep
shaking the fog from the long night quaking
and with your awakening, I want more.
More as our bodies revel in sensuous touch
more kisses from bruised lips on supple hips
more storms in soft thighs as I shudder and rise
to meet every powerful masculine thrust
more staggered breathing, more breathless heaving
as we plunge into the passionate abyss of our love.
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You do realize, I hope, that I see, hear, smell and feel all of your words. That, my friend, is, or should be, the goal of every writer and poet. Beautifully written Linda. ☺❤
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Thank you Walt. Your words always mean so much. ❤️😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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