waking

Fog blankets the oaks
Mist rises on the river
Turned blush from the sun
The dampness against bare skin
Slide into your warm embrace
.
Our old maple tree
Turns color in the crispness
More red than your hair
.
Early morning light
Pale through the fall of your hair
Your lips soft with sleep
.
You turn towards me
The sheet slips from your shoulders
soft nipples tighten
.
A sharp autumn breeze
Through the still open window
Hands warm on cool skin
.
Lips against shoulder
Hot kisses on cool skin
I relish your taste
Skin translucent above me
Ivory in the softened light

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. boomiebol
    Dec 03, 2012 @ 12:37:32

    Beautiful imagery creates here

    Reply

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