Morning Kiss

by Ruhig


I long to catch you tenderly asleep
Lost in some fantasy
By my side
Your auburn hair spread about the bed
Strands like webs your lips wove
On our first meeting
Oh how I can not pull my gaze from such
Pouting lines that flow through me
Forcing my fingers to tingle with a muse
Wanton to touch
With butterfly’s grace
In the silence of the rise and fall of your breasts
To forge the memory of the honey
I know is found there
So I may scribe to all
How perfectly sculpted lips feel
Lingering along my fingertips
Before I wake you
Partaking of their supple nectar
Upon my own