Dawning

Her skin is
Golden as honey,
Beneath the dawning light;

Her eyes half-lidded,
But her lips curl,
And smile bright;

She traces a finger
Across my eager lips
As my hands meld
Heavenly with her hips;

Her sweetest words
Flower in the air,
As both an offer
And a dare;

‘Kiss me,’
She whispers,
If somewhat timidly:

‘Kiss me,
Kiss me again,
And kiss only me;’



I press gently my lips
Upon her rosy cheek,

My resolve is matchless,
My arms feel weak;

How could any
Worthy man dare hold,
What I embrace,
Knowing she’s worth
Far more than gold?



I kiss her long
And tenderly;
She is
The world to me.