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In Her Morning

18 Apr

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In her morning, she will smile,
waiting for me to rise and sigh,
tho’ with sleep still in her eyes,
she will turn with a wistful step,
and swagger her way to the bath,
beckoning me with her thighs.

How well I do know her.
How easily she moves me.
How little I know myself.

In her morning, she will kiss me,
her lips may but feign a tremble,
but her eyes will be bold in gaze,
her breath may quicken too soon,
as if needing embrace to breathe,
but precision shall be in her ways.

How tender is her response.
How well she knows my reply.
How intimate in her morning.

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5 Comments

Posted by on April 18, 2016 in My Poetry

 

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5 responses to “In Her Morning

  1. johncoyote

    May 6, 2016 at 11:18 pm

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer. Heart felt and good words for love.

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  2. johncoyote

    May 6, 2016 at 11:18 pm

    This poem is amazing. Need to be read by more people.

    Liked by 1 person

     

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