focus (bird_in_flight) wrote in sonnet_writers,

moments before waking

at dawn i watch the early morning light
alighting delicate on one thin strip
of skin, laid bare between two bright
and simple bits of clothes: your hip
exposed, a dimple playing hide-and-seek
above a tight, elastic line across your back,
a crack of shadow daring just to peak
from underneath that taut and narrow track.

my untaught senses ache to drink you in,
their fledgling thirst unquenched by sight alone;
i pledge to first explore that sunlit trail
i long to touch, to taste, and to inhale,
to listen to the tenor of your moan....

anticipating this i kiss your skin.
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