It’s the colour
of my smile
of my smile
In a dream of
softened light
...
softened light
...
...
It’s feathers
It’s feathers
Silky
So gentle and smooth
Soothing
Subtly stroking my chin
My cheeks, then
My lips
And I wake up
To find you here
Caressing me there
With your mild
Sweet
Fingertips.
Sweet
Fingertips.
..........
16 comments:
Sweet and soft, gentle and romantic. Very nice, Dulce!
Damn.
whew...do i ever have to fully wake up from that?
sensual beauty! Thanks for all your kind comments on my blog...I'm adding you to my blog roll...you are a shiny star:)
oh, Dulce, although so sensual... can't help but place myself in the imagery and picture myself waking up swatting... haha
Happy New Year
your writing is as sweet and soft as i remember it.
thank you for your nice comment. i hope your son had a delightful Christmas and your New Year is filled with love, hope, and everything that makes you happy!
warm smiles and a hug,
Happy New Year Dulce!
Soft, floating piece.
Nice place to land today Dulce.
Just ... beautiful ... is all I can say.
i'm thinking of sugared figs, yes ! steven
Very romantic and sensuous poem - loved it! I've added you to my blog roll - I need a bit of sweetness :)
Primita, this one is like foreplay. Nicely written, Srta. Erotica! ;)
Ahhhh! My first follower! Exciting, this blogging. Love the silky feathers--and lips. And your writing makes tingling fingertips...
Ohhhhhh....how delicious...
bliss......
sensual...romantic. That moment...that moment is romance, love.
That is lovely. I used to torment my sweetheart with the light stroke of a hair. It was amusing to see him swat or wrinkle his nose, then to have him come awake and realize it was just me. He never got angry, though. I just wanted him awake and paying attention to me. Mmmmmm, you retrieved nice memories for me.
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