Sweater WeatherA Poem by CrowleyI love me some sweater season!!!A bare midriff where her favorite black sweater was bunched Her belly button a crescent, a sliver of moon, waning, sexy Soft autumn skin losing the summer bronze and making way for ghosts Asleep on the couch as I come in from a long day on the road I sit in the recliner and watch her breathing, natural breasts, no bra Just the way breasts should look in a sweater, am I disappointing you The fact that I spend so much time on the breasts, I can’t help it Her hair falls loosely between them, the blackest shade, highlighted by lamplight Her lips are slightly parted, pink lips today and utterly kissable I think of the taste of that mouth after a glass of red wine and chocolate Those blue eyes, hidden beneath slightly twitching lids as she slumbers I was never a match for them, coming undone at the seams with a sideways glance She stirs “I didn’t hear you come in.” “Go back to sleep.” “Sorry was I snoring?” “No love, just purring.” © 2018 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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Added on November 13, 2018Last Updated on November 13, 2018 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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