Strawberries and Flesh Until Dawn
My hands trace the soft curves,
Explore the contours of my hips.
As they slink across these soft waves of flesh,
I am remembering the joy of being touched.
I am waking up inch by tiny inch,
Coming alive to the symphony of MY life.
I feel a piece of my hair caress my shoulder.
All of a sudden, I can hear music with my heart
And words are flowing through my mind again,
Pouring through my thoughts like honey.
Thick, rich, sweet.
I can see the faint outline of you my love.
I feel your spirit.
I know you are near.
I imagine your hands on top of mine.
We are exploring me together.
Oh, and I can hear the faint call of the bed we share.
It is beckoning us to lazy Sundays
Spent with legs intertwined,
Lips perched on top of lips,
Hands on top of hands,
Nibbling strawberries and flesh until dawn.
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