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It's In The Morning
It's in the morning I feel you the most
fires burning, deeply seeded in my loins
striped down inhibition
relaying stories in foreign tongues
me showing a Fahrenheit desire
your Celsius riding ever higher
lovers at last
longing to make up lost time
but not moving too fast
time might have slipped
but we glide to the rythmn
of the crash of the sea
upon her wall
we're not pretenders here
we did fall, we did fail
but we rose, smelling sweet
kisses delivered mouth to cheek
lips pierced and sucked
it's in the morning
when feelings more than fuck
fires burning, deeply seeded in my loins
striped down inhibition
relaying stories in foreign tongues
me showing a Fahrenheit desire
your Celsius riding ever higher
lovers at last
longing to make up lost time
but not moving too fast
time might have slipped
but we glide to the rythmn
of the crash of the sea
upon her wall
we're not pretenders here
we did fall, we did fail
but we rose, smelling sweet
kisses delivered mouth to cheek
lips pierced and sucked
it's in the morning
when feelings more than fuck
Published 29th Dec 2019
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The middle verse raises a picture of a seaside consummation - be it the so called dirty weekend, or a marital honeymoon, at a resort.
lovers at last
longing to make up lost time
but not moving too fast
time might have slipped
but we glide to the rythmn
of the crash of the sea
upon her wall
lovers at last
longing to make up lost time
but not moving too fast
time might have slipped
but we glide to the rythmn
of the crash of the sea
upon her wall
29th Dec 2019 7:41pm
30th Dec 2019 3:06pm
1st Jan 2020 12:55pm
i looooooooove the use ov "loins' it's so gorgeously primal... such a blood-swollen word...
a lovely write, Tim, it evokes lazy mornings when want outweighs the urge to stay dozing
a lovely write, Tim, it evokes lazy mornings when want outweighs the urge to stay dozing
