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In The Gray Of Morning
New here and thought I'd post one on mine....
In The Gray Of Morning
She rests easy in the gray of morning
The outline of her body, soft and alluring, in the dim light
Her eyes are shining, and so alive
They dance with an inner rhythm
They are mirrors into her soul
They hold me…
She stretches leisurely, seductively, with an inborn grace
She is naked and beautiful
Her form in the grayness of this morning
Brings to mind Grecian poetry
An inspired ode to a Goddess
An enchantment…
She is aware of me watching her
A hint of smile creases her lips
She looks into my eyes
I look back and I see her inner rhythm there
Dancing free… dancing free
It holds me…
We move together…
Her hair is long, cascading around her shoulders, tangled
First touch and it is electrifying
A union of spirits
A soft awareness
A dream…
She whispers to me, and the words don’t matter
I know what she means
I know how she feels
We are soft-edged lovers in the gray dimness of morning
And for now…
There is no world outside…
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- Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence in society. -
- Mark Twain -
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