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Morning
Consciousness lapping at the edges of sleep
Dreamlust unravels
Fragments of images scattered like leaves
Bodies
Naked want
Softness of hair
Palpable
Receeding tide
Dream minutes like hours of foreplay.
Climax always just out of reach
Awakening to burning desire.
Dreamlust unravels
Fragments of images scattered like leaves
Bodies
Naked want
Softness of hair
Palpable
Receeding tide
Dream minutes like hours of foreplay.
Climax always just out of reach
Awakening to burning desire.
Published 2nd May 2023
Author's Note
Those dreams you want to return to and finish.
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2nd May 2023 10:48am
I know that feeling... sometimes you dont wanna wake up when it's that good hehe... good ink Trillium :)
2nd May 2023 2:39pm
6th May 2023 5:30am
Morning sex is always wonderful, well you have written such a pure sensual poem! thank you for sharing. i enjoyed your words!
