My Morning Love

My Morning Love

A Poem by Antoñyo

She awakens me each morning

with her unique and gentle scent

Her beauty precedes the first kiss

which out-performs the last night spent

Her touch is cool warmth in my hands

and I feel the amazing day ahead

Yet sometimes, all I really want

is to walk her back to bed

The moments we share there

and especially on rainy days

The kind you hold truly precious

all the same but different in many ways

She says all the right things in silence

and her whispers clear my mind

Of all the loves I've had and known

none have ever been so kind

Some mornings, understandably,

become passionately more than I can bear

Her insides painting abstract portraits

of this soul slave creaming there

“Am I the most beautiful? Am I the sweetest

thing you could ever dream up?”

She asks, knowing my answer’s always,

“Hell yes. Well, until I pour my second cup.”

© 2019 Antoñyo

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Antonyo, this is such a beautiful, uplifting and tastefully done love poem. Truly appreciated. Keep writing !

Posted 8 Months Ago

Nice poem, A! You've been missed here. It feels great to read words from my fave poet here. Keep it up!

Posted 8 Months Ago

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Added on February 26, 2019
Last Updated on March 25, 2019
Tags: love, kiss, beauty, moments, whispers, cream, silence



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