Waking
Dawn's rays break starred skies
I wake to find the bed cold
You've already gone.
I still feel your lips
Pressed hot against my shoulder
Stunned there is no mark.
Tangled hair is combed
Each knot a mark of shared lust
Gently tease them out.
Copyright © Magpie Wench | Year Posted 2014
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