Gentle Morning Waking

A soft flurry falls dancing to the ground
this gentle morning.

It makes me think of you.

It makes me think of that waking tenderness
found in the warmth of crumpled sheets.

Of snuggled secrets shared
by soft skin, still sleep-enveloped.

Of lazy yawns and stretches anticipating being tickled and tamed
into happy little coos and sighs.

Of renewed freshness waiting
to be imprinted by a path of gentle kisses

Of eager appetites growing
with each hungry nibble

Of sweetest rewards found
in love's tender embrace

Of ubiquitous desires appeased
For the time being...

Mysty
December 26, 2001




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