She stood against the window
light streaming
he imagined her naked form
a silhouette
in morning’s dawn.
He wanted her lips
to send him further
a passion in sunlight
so romantic my lament.
Her shoulders, his hands, his lips
tease her neck
shivers might send him
further
though slow now
tongue longing
wet taps, reminders upon her skin.
He would feel her face,
cheeks flush finding comfort
while her hands pulled close
she wanting only
to feel their own surreal passion
finding center
while the morning
burst into their lives.
©️Scott F Savage 12/2021
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