POETRY

SONGS OF MORNING

Songs of morning fill the early morn air
Songs of morning nature sends for those to share
Songs of morning should one never miss
Songs of morning make all sheer bliss

With sun's first ray breaking night
With sun's first ray imparts delight
With sun's first ray life starts a rising
With sun's first ray we settle on the horizon

Warmth of day rekindles lost spirit
Warmth of day it's song we hear it
Warmth of day revitalizes ones soul
Warmth of day keeps us whole

As dusk approaches our bodies wind down
As dusk approaches calm does surround
As dusk approaches the day fades fast
As dusk approaches a shadow is cast

Night descends as darkness looms overhead
Night descends as a weary body yearns for bed
Night descends as upon the day it spawned
Night descends as only again awakened at dawn

IN MY EYES

With tussled hair and head nestled upon your pillow of down
Slowly, ever so slowly, you stir from evening slumber
To gaze into your soul with closed eyes silent expression
In quiet morning stillness only an awakening breath is heard
Just the slightest of sound from your golden throat greets.

With eyes as slow as a rising sun at daybreak
The dawn of morning becomes visible, a slumber usurped
Daylight flowering within scintillating blue eyes
Seductively piercing mankind's very soul with an enchanting gaze
Sapping the strength of certainty from life, overwhelms the senses.

With gentle willingness turns toward evenings warmth
The gentle curve of your back lay before wanton eyes, soft, vulnerable
Strong but tender fingers glide over cool, warm, responsive skin
A single breast exposed, sought by eyes the vermilion flower
Aroused with a warmhearted kiss, mornings essence.

A soft foot caresses satiny skin, a gesture of response
Arms curled around oneself, needing comfort of another
Gliding against a back of down, clutching morning's desire
Flushed breath can be heard, a sign of an enlivening spirit
The warmth of a contoured back nestles ardent loins.

Fingers walk among the hills, plains, caverns
Mindful of the grassland and your sweet moistening
Coercing the aqueous from deep within your body, your desires
Quickening breath is captured by surrounding passions
What is to pass is deliverance, heartwarming, carnal.

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