Early Morning Urge

My femininity desires you
Welling from the pits of my tummy
My delicate senses are awake and in awe

Love and lust for your masculinity
Consuming my strengths
I am weak in thoughts of you

Hoping your presence
Results in a touch
A kiss…
A hug…

A lingering embrace
So uncontained
It’s passionate and raw
Wild and untamed

Satisfying this unusual
And much welcomed
Early morning urge

To “know” you anew

50 responses »

  1. Once the tissues are put away and the screaming toddlers are on to other things, sounds like love may be in the air. Great poem Boomie. Happy Thanksgiving to you. 🙂

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