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It's Just The Way It Is
The sun streams through the blinds
Morning breaks me awake with brightness
A gospel choir of birds tweet out the truth
It's a glorious warm but humid morning
It feels so great to be alive for once
I turn my head and see a vision of beauty
She lies there in a gentle restful sleep
Her strawberry blonde hair, a bird’s nest
Her lips pout her eyes tightly shut snoozing
I have all of the blanket I sometimes hog
Memories of what we did last night flood back
They give me a morning wooden tent pole
I longingly admire her beautiful semi-naked body
She is only wearing white cotton panties
Her ample breasts exposed to the world
Her beautiful form a classic art masterpiece
I pull the blanket over her to cover her up
So that when she wakes she is warm to hug
I look at her face it has the beauty of Aphrodite
I wonder how this happened, my craggy exterior
Sharing a bed with a Goddess, an Angel, it's strange
But I am blinded by love, I am blinded still
I can see no other. A loves tunnel vision
I gently stroke her hair like stoking a cat
She makes purring noises as I gently stroke
Her cheeks and forehead, a little moan surfaces
I slowly move my had down and cradle her nape
I move towards her and give butterfly kisses
On her forehead and her tightly shut eyes
She slowly wakes with such a sexy smile
Her eyes have a certain glow even first thing
Again like a feline she stretches and yawns
Moving in for such a special warm hug
She returns butterfly kisses on my lips
Stopping only to smile sweetly in our embrace
Our semi-naked bodies touch skin to skin
One of her arms draped around me, squeeze
She nibbles at my ear lobes for a moment
Then breathily she whispers "I love you, David."
"I really love you, more than anyone, ever."
I stare into her twinkling eyes, see her smile
I am entranced "I really love you too."
she pouted again "Last night, you were a naughty boy."
she threw her head back giggling
I am not sure how long we laid there
It felt like hours "I want us to be this way always."
No mutual sexual urges just blissful contentment
That is the way I remember her being
It’s a memory that will never ever stop
Nor do I want it to, its the air that I breathe
The red blood coursing through my veins
I might have been bewildered, besotted,
Obsessed, with her as my twin flame
I was fatally flawed in love
I was fatally wounded as a result
But despite this pain, this broken heart
I love her just the same as I always did
Even though it was finally unrequited
I am not sorry I fell in Love
I would fall again for sure
I would drop to my knees
And worship at the feet of my goddess
It’s just the way it is
Published 9th May 2019
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Anonymous
9th May 2019 9:06am
Good stuff right here brother!
Bear Hugs my friend
Bear Hugs my friend
9th May 2019 11:01am
thank you brother that means a lot :-))))))
(((((((((((( Big Ole Scottish Warior BearHugs ))))))))))
(((((((((((( Big Ole Scottish Warior BearHugs ))))))))))
9th May 2019 10:18am
9th May 2019 11:03am
bongo beats for sure LOL
thanks for the read and the honour of getting on to your reading list :-))))))
thanks for the read and the honour of getting on to your reading list :-))))))
10th May 2019 5:37am
Oh. Those precious moments are to be treasured... and cherished !
You definitely possess the heart of a poet !
You definitely possess the heart of a poet !
14th May 2019 4:54am
Anonymous
14th May 2019 1:43pm
Such memories make the remembering both painful and beautiful. To remember the beauty both accentuates and alleviates the sting. I’m sending you so many freaking hugs right now…
24th May 2019 7:36pm
hugs are always welcome, sometimes really needed, this is one of those times :-(
(((((((((( HUGS ))))))))))
(((((((((( HUGS ))))))))))
