limbs bare in the morning light
sketched charcoal
as they stretch against
the blush of the waking horizon
Louie croons softly
“It’s a wonderful world”
your lips whisper
against the nape of my neck
your hand gently cups my breast
as vestiges of warm dreams slip away
whimsy~mimsy 
Feb 25, 2013 @ 12:25:57
Dreams, very slow and languid.
Jim
Feb 26, 2013 @ 02:26:41
mmm hmmm π
Feb 25, 2013 @ 13:26:17
Such a cozy place to be Im sure. Beautifully written.
Feb 26, 2013 @ 02:25:53
Thank you! I think nothing beats mornings warmly snuggled watching the sun come up together. π
Feb 26, 2013 @ 02:44:42
I agree
Feb 25, 2013 @ 17:48:20
I really like this!
Feb 26, 2013 @ 02:23:42
Thank you!
Feb 25, 2013 @ 21:21:44
how’s the song end? “And I think to myself… what a wonderful world…”
Feb 26, 2013 @ 02:23:26
π yes…I thought I had been doom and gloom a bit too long.
Feb 26, 2013 @ 03:20:35
let a smile be your umbrella !
Feb 26, 2013 @ 03:27:03
and breasts for some reason always bring a smile as well π
Feb 26, 2013 @ 03:28:01
And sorry if that was inappropriate π But it DID make me smile. lol
Feb 26, 2013 @ 03:46:16
π
Mar 14, 2013 @ 00:37:09
Beautiful. I knew there is a reason why I have you in my in box!! I don’t like to miss one of your pieces Miss Whimsy… π XO