in the morningA Poem by m.s.early
I am in the morning again,
your hair pushed against. It's scent relentless. Still with me. Sleeping then seeing you, having you, braced and forward. Your hair hanging heavily on each breath of mine. Your intoxicating air is sexy intriguing. I am wanting and captivated. Here. Once again. In the morning. © 2016 m.s.earlyReviews
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Added on November 8, 2016Last Updated on November 8, 2016 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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