Sunday MorningA Poem by Lyrical LoveYou stared me awake with your desire to touch and taste my sweetness. Shaken by a mental moan from with-In a deep rest and loving state of mind as I lay. You stared me awake with your strong will not to touch and to feel my skin as it peeked through the sheets. You stared me awake. To turn and look into your eyes and see a want for a place to crawl inside and hide. You stared me awake and now we can both feel, and be filled with each other’s mental moans.
© 2008 Lyrical LoveFeatured Review
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