Unironed sheets and hands on wrists
Deeper inhale than the let go
Morning caught by loose curtains
Soft shadows from sunlit glow
Quiet breaths with voices hushed
Toes filled with tension and cheeks flushed
Silk tongues anxious behind gently placed lips
Wondering hands with pressed finger tips
Mind racing, all thoughts start to blur
“Let go” you coax, through amorous whisper
Your voice, a comfort, a fortified hiding place
A remedy for a live lived in an ill-fitting space
To let go, to give in, to leave the armor at the door
To offer everything, without fearing wanting more
To feel you slide eager fingers inside
Every part of you anticipating things I’d beg for
Soft kisses turn demanding
Gentle words to greedy thoughts
Fingers replaced by more of you
Body unready, mind seeing spots
Answering thoughts before they’re spoken
This hidden fantasy finally awoken
Matching rhythms with wild impulse
The culmination of desire, and bodies convulse
Contentment and exhaustion
Breathy sighs and closed eyes
This tangly, torrid affair
Drift off to dreamland
And may I meet you there
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This has no defined rhyming scheme, but I tried to apply some rhythm where possible to make up for the lack of structure… one of those written-in-a-fury-at-four-AM-and-then-redone-in-the-light type of things.
Edit: formatting. Idk how to do that correctly 😬
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ph7t56/early_morning_poem_fm
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