Wake up, my darling, I want to make love,
kiss and murmur till you acquiesce,
grow dilated-drunk on your willingness,
oh, wake up, my Love, what do you dream of?
The tenderness you invoke in me, Sweet,
makes me long for sighs of welcoming bliss,
subsidence beneath tidal-insistence,
the crumpled jumble of flung-aside sheets.
Wake up, I beg you, my mouth is so dry,
I want you to liquesce, rainforest drip,
then will I hummingbird sip from your lips,
slippery slide ride till you arch and cry.
Wake up, please, sweetheart, I'm tauter than wire,
shaking with need and undone by desire.
Caravaggio - Sleeping Angel
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Borealis Love
PoetryLove - what does that word mean, what does it comprise? Do we always recognise it when faced with it? Do we value it when we ought to do so? Do we squander it when it is too easily given? Do we ever understand until it has left us and we are left to...
