Movements of Morning

I tuck your smell
in the folds of rayon
closest to my beating heart,
watching you

sip the morning brew
with your chest of tattoos
you gasp, noticing
me ironing in my black thong
dancing with dawn
to beats only lovers hear.

For you, my love I bend to tease
you rise and come
wrapping arms around
as fingers fumble
clothes fall
changing our
movements of morning.

©River Urke 2013

care for a reading

Advertisements

8 thoughts on “Movements of Morning

  1. River, What a sensual morning lover’s dance you composed. The tender passion is close enough to touch in the images of love you create. I wish it was me, that most lucky of men; the object of your desire. ❤

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s