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Angel’s Mighty Yearn

Winter’s breeze beneath  
the morning sun    
where its cool whisper  
melts the frost      
how time is loosed  
with memories spun    
and their sweet  
seduction is not lost      
     
dreams borne upon  
silken angel’s wings      
I will write my verse  
with fingertips      
delicately traced over  
your soul that sings    
swaying to the rhythm  
of your disrobed hips      
     
from sunlit peaks down  
into fertile plains      
breaths stop to linger  
and slowly dance      
moisture begins to pool  
from summer rains    
the scented warmth  
holds me in a trance      
     
a delicate flower with  
its pink petaled folds    
beckons sweet attention  
to its perfect form      
poised a breath away  
from the beauty it holds      
it waits patiently for  
the coming storm      
     
how it trembles at the  
first tentative brush      
the serenity melts  
into a raging stream    
your soul liquifies  
as it starts to gush      
and I push even  
deeper into the dream      
     
my mouth worships  
at your secret place    
and my motion writes  
the songs of desire    
these eyes trace curves  
of elegant grace      
as I work to quench  
your fire
Written by Poetic_Quill (Mister Write)
Published | Edited 7th Mar 2023
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