When Heaven Is So Close
Silky, warm touch on my skin
Your hands, playfully linger.
And morning comes to me
With it's sensuous lullaby
A soothing tune
A soft whisper
A moan... A kiss
Tracing my nudity
Like a brush
Swirls and draws forms... Tickling.
A pair of chocolate eyes stare
The lust and hunger revealing glare
Crooked, wicked smile demanding
Every piece of me that is burning
Inside.
My whole existence
Climbs atop the world
Your roughness
Your sweetness
Alluring sweetness
Two hearts... A melody
That makes me dance
My round hips
Subdued move frantically
Cadence
My eyes
Your eyes
My lips
Your lips
My hands
Your hands
Morning can't be brighter
When heaven is so close.
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Carmina A Book of Poems
PoetryCarmina (Hebrew) means garden or orchard. In Latin it means song or poem. This is a collection of Poems of love, life and nature.
