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Morning Hush
Day awakens with blushed skies
naked, as the sun winks her eye
dare I open mine, as I feel your touch
brushed across my beating chest
sharp nails carving circles of trust
begging for the beginning of more lust
my lips parched
from swimming in your seas
my sails taught
awaiting another breeze
your whispers echo in my mind
my king, grant me one more time
forget our tomorrow
stallion up and ride
bemused, my fingers come alive
heightened, passions throne
no looks, best to be unknown
the mountains become my home
the valleys lain, the crevice deep
the weary crave no sleep
breath stolen then shared
whipped and then repaired
in tongues of gold
that penetrate old scars
granting of the dew
and don'ts lay in wait
bodies hesitate, then come
forth in silver's rush,
(shh, we hush)
the stillness says it all
don't worry
I'll leave a couple (bite) marks
so I can find my way back
naked, as the sun winks her eye
dare I open mine, as I feel your touch
brushed across my beating chest
sharp nails carving circles of trust
begging for the beginning of more lust
my lips parched
from swimming in your seas
my sails taught
awaiting another breeze
your whispers echo in my mind
my king, grant me one more time
forget our tomorrow
stallion up and ride
bemused, my fingers come alive
heightened, passions throne
no looks, best to be unknown
the mountains become my home
the valleys lain, the crevice deep
the weary crave no sleep
breath stolen then shared
whipped and then repaired
in tongues of gold
that penetrate old scars
granting of the dew
and don'ts lay in wait
bodies hesitate, then come
forth in silver's rush,
(shh, we hush)
the stillness says it all
don't worry
I'll leave a couple (bite) marks
so I can find my way back
Published 14th Jul 2019
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- Edited 8th May 2020 8:45pm
14th Jul 2019 6:23pm
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15th Jul 2019 4:40pm
14th Jul 2019 8:10pm
the sun as SHE gave again a feeling of poetry lesbiany but still scanned it twas lovely
15th Jul 2019 4:40pm
16th Jul 2019 3:21am
15th Jul 2019 2:16pm
Mmm. X marks the spot on a mud map of drawn blood upon the tenderest parts of one’s flesh ! 😋😻🤤
15th Jul 2019 4:41pm
15th Jul 2019 7:01pm
Your such a mountain man Tim! Hot write, especially like "the dews and don'ts".
-Minx
-Minx
Anonymous
17th Jul 2019 2:24pm
"the weary crave no sleep" I hit that line & paused, read it again, and sighed. That's a truth right there. Brilliant ending to a fantastic sultry poem
