Honeyed skin licked by golden sunlight
entices touch
warm glow of mornings break
begs a crinkled September smile
playing on lips
pulsed ripe
plump picking.
Harvest is nigh
with staggered breath
a rise and rouse of curved breast
raises to meet
dust dogs jousting
pirouetting
returning to safety.
Lay lost
in union unbound
fingermouthed anticipation
trembles
In thanksgiving
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Reblogged this on hocuspocus13 and commented:
jinxx xoxo
Wow thank you! I’m really humbled!
Enjoy Your Evening
beautiful poem…(((awhoooo)))
Thanks wolfie x