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. hilal achmar
    Sep 12, 2012 @ 11:44:34

    You are good at writing. Beautiful poem …. 🙂


  2. Whimsy Mimsy
    Sep 22, 2012 @ 02:15:04

    Thank you!


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