Good MorningA Poem by hunglikejesuslove for the lady that sleeps next to me every night.Morning greeted me next to her. As sunlight strikes my love I am consumed by the emotions that accompany the realization that she is indeed mine. I have succumbed to this goddess that lay’s next to me and my will is not my own. For if she wanted the world at her front door I am powerless to disagree. I allow my hands to follow the contours of this perfect being’s curves, as morning has not yet greeted her. The warmth of her body wraps me in a cocoon of silky womanhood, if not careful my mind will be lost in this oasis that is she. I watch as she is captured in angelic sleep, oblivious to my examination of her beautiful self, the temptation to touch her soft lips is too much and I touch her. She inhales life and exhales love, I try to collect as much as I can before claimed by spirits in need of a fix. If she knew how much I loved her at this very moment, sleep would lose it’s grip and I would be rewarded with her smile. Many mornings have come and gone with me watching her and wanting her and feeling her and loving her. She is my heart-shaped box full of no more loneliness. The outline of her body is faint under sheet, but have left a deep impression on my masculine essence. I fill the air with my love for her, so when her sleep is concluded she is draped in an honest and emotional shelter. I focus on this flower of mine as her eyes begin to open and she is drenched by all the love I have for her. She smiles and whispers good morning. © 2012 hunglikejesusFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on June 3, 2012 Last Updated on June 3, 2012 AuthorhunglikejesusLilburn, GAAboutJust a simple person who's brain has been rewired by my depression. A friend told me that I had a talent for expression and I just started writing and here I be. I am by no means a writer, I have neve.. more..Writing
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