Poem 80

woman sleeping alone

Early morning,

Silence,

Save for the bird’s chorus

And your soft breathing beside me.

My refection time

The coming day, the day before.

I smile recalling last night

Your call

‘Come to Bed.’

I enter our darkened room

Music playing, my favourite current song.

Click!

A light in one corner breaks the darkness

Shining below your face

“Sit on the bed.’

You move to the rhythms of the music

My interest piqued.

‘Light show!’

The torch swirls

The veils twirl

Floating to the floor.

The light dazzles my eyes

You giggle embracing me…….

The crusts of our doing still evident.

Your sleeping form, beside me,

My lips brush the space

Between your shoulder blades

I breathe you in

Your allure, overwhelming.

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13 Responses to Poem 80

  1. *Ahem*…..wow! That was one good night 😉 I could visualize the moment from beginning to end. Love it!! Just the spicy inspiration I needed this afternoon.

  2. Beautiful!! 🙂 🙂

  3. JoshuaRobertson's avatar robertsonwrites says:

    i will have to second helen’s comment.

  4. helenmidgley's avatar helenmidgley says:

    Wow that was sensual and beautifully done 🙂

  5. Hmm a little bot of ‘ooer’ in this one 😉 Saucy devil you 😉

  6. RoSy's avatar RoSy says:

    Oh la la! 😉

  7. Very nice…the last 3 lines leaves one daydreaming:)

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