WakingA Poem by Andrew Hawkins
I wake up early, watch you sleep,
an angel wrapped in dreams so deep. No worries rest upon your face, your body draped in silk and lace. And as I wonder the vision you are, you start to stretch and twists and stir. With gentle smile and eyes now wide, you slide your body to my side. You pull me close and kiss my lips, the passion felt betrayed by hips. As lovers we do start to sway, and so begins a perfect day. © 2010 Andrew Hawkins |
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Added on July 12, 2010 Last Updated on July 12, 2010 AuthorAndrew HawkinsRichibucto, New Brunswick, CanadaAboutWhile the jury is still out about life beginning at 40 it seems, for me at least, poetry began at 40. Other than the enforced scribblings of a young child I haven't written poetry for thirtysomethi.. more..Writing
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