• Passion of the Early Dawn

    Dreamy eyes of pure silver
    Gaze upon me
    Nips to the back of the neck
    Send thrills coursing down my heated body
    Leaning into his warmth,
    I feel comforted and am without thought
    My mind is on automatic,
    Bending to his very will…
    So sweet, his kiss,
    As addicting as a drug so rare
    That only the gods may taste of it…
    His scent is addicting,
    Leather and soft musk…
    Oh, how I crave him!
    Gentle tugs on clothing so stifling
    Tear them to shreds!
    So teasing and precise are his moves
    They reduce me to quivers…
    He knows not the sway in which he holds me…
    Or does that smile that holds the sun
    Realize what he does to me…