The Morning Light

The morning light
crawls across my face,
caressing it like a gentle kiss.  
Thoughts of you overwhelm my mind  
leaving me in tangles.  
I find your message on my phone.  
A poem.  
As I read,  
I bask in the warmth  
of your prose,  
being bathed in its beauty.  
Though the words are not for me,  
the desire wells inside me  
to be the muse to your art,  
to shape your imagination  
in the form of my body.  
How I long to touch your face.  
For your fingers to softly graze  
my cheek as your gaze  
slowly suffocates me.  
To feel the pressure of your mouth  
against mine until
my every thought  
is reduced to ash
from the fire  
that engulfs me.
Written by CharlotteMae
Published | Edited 22nd Oct 2018
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