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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Antoñyo
Antoñyo

City of Angels and Rams, CA



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"I don't want to sound like I've studied writing, I want to sound like I've studied life." As a writer I tend to be a sponge for real life experiences; drawn to passion, raw & untamed emotion and.. more..

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