Monday, January 23, 2012

Quickie Poetry: Mornings

by Erix


Sprawled.
Skin to skin.

Sweat and spit mixed
with sighs.

We move 
beneath 
the blanket, hiding
from the sun.

Lips yearning.
Tongues lashing.
We dance to the music
we hear
from our moans.

I taste your
mouth;
tequila.
and you taste
mine;
cigarettes.

The heat grows.
Morning stretches.
And more
than just the day
begins.

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