Dreary Morning
By Li
You touch me
Softly
And I shiver.
All movement
Unbidden, undulating.
All movement
Yours.
Soft lips upon my cheek
Fingers exploring
The folds of my mouth.
My gaping, open,
Black mouth.
Teeth scraping tongue,
Heated breath fanning.
Liquid limbs
Shifting and
Opening,
Welcoming and
Accepting.
Soft whispers of
Clouds of poetry.
Lost, uplifted
In the haze.
Heavy weight
Writhing atop me.
Swollen lips,
Throbbing and
Red.
Searching.
Finding you,
Only you.
My dreams pool at your feet,
Liquid and silver,
Mercurial fantasies in your image.
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