The sounds of the morning
Whisper and linger
Amongst my nonsense dreaming.
In my bare skin a playful finger
Traces, draws forms... Tickling.
Big brown starry eyes stare,
With the heat of that glare...
A crooked smile demanding
A piece of me that is burning.
With a single move I'm placed
At the top of the world, amazed!
Having the most perfect view.
And the feeling so true,
Enthralls my whole existence.
Your eyes with the heat glisten.
And your lips whisper my name.
Sweet lustful is the flame
That makes my morning bright.
Even more the first sun light!
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Poems from the Tower (WP Official Pocket Poetry List)
PoetryI used to write poetry a long time ago. Poems from the Tower is compendium of dreams of love, sorrow and despair. Fantasy and reality converge in these verses to create this collection of poetry, in my attempt to purge away some feelings.
