Unhurried
The night passed alone,
but morning greeted the day
with your return to me.
Upon me you climb
to wake me into delight
unhurried...tenderly.
Time spent ticks slow as
gently as your touch arouses
desire for your loving embrace.
Copyright © Sharon Riggio | Year Posted 2017
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