I wake and lay there
Moving slowly at first
Already thinking of you
Like a morning thirst.

I know where you are
I can be there soon
You excite in your way
Like a childhood swoon.

I smell your scent
It frightens me not
I hear you gently purr
I let you get hot.

I finally reach for you
Eyes almost open to see
The desire to taste you
First cup of morning coffee.

coffee cup


About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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4 Responses to Awakening

  1. Awesome!!!! Love the blog, want the cup! Fantastic πŸ™‚

  2. valarie russell says: mouth is drooling thinking of the first one of the morning.Thank you Charles lol.

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