Morning Sensoric Carrousel
Waking up with you
In the dim glow of morning light, I catch your sight as you steal a glance at me.
The smell of your drowsy masculinity stirs my inner desire to embrace you.
The sound of your calm breathing hums like a steady dynamo in my morning ritual.
I reach out and touch your warm body beneath the duvet, drawing in the heat.
Our morning kisses taste like a fresh start to the complexities of life between us.
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Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
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Comments (4)
This has such a sweet and comforting feel to it!
Such a warm, beautiful feeling this lovely poem emits.
Very lovely poem and nice response to the prompt.
Excellent entry!😊