The Morning LightA Poem by Delicate
The morning light
crawls across my face, caressing it like a gentle kiss. Thoughts of you overwhelm my mind leaving me in tangles. I find your message on my phone. A poem. As I read, I bask in the warmth of your prose, being bathed in its beauty. Though the words are not for me, the desire wells inside me to be the muse to your art, to shape your imagination in the form of my body. How I long to touch your face. For your fingers to softly graze my cheek as your gaze slowly suffocates me. To feel the pressure of your mouth against mine until my every thought is reduced to ash from the fire that engulfs me. © 2018 Delicate |
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2 Reviews Added on October 23, 2018 Last Updated on October 23, 2018 Tags: love, kiss, romance, heart, relationship |