Chris Green Poet Free verse

Dawning Desires - Repost

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Whispering apricot beams shine upon frilly sheers,
lazy shadows dance in daffodil dawn colors,
pirouettes of pleasured moments,
silently flowing on smooth brush stroke walls

You breathe, softly, the sweetest sonnet,
rhythmically exhaling beneath satin sheets
symphonic…bringing a grin to the sunrise,
blushing clouds hide behind a bashful horizon

Placing a gentle kiss upon rose petal shoulders,
you stir ever so slightly…eyes flutter like chiffon wings
hugging the pillow wistfully, floating within,
cascading between dreams of us

Exploring the mesmerizing curves of your body,
my lips touch warm porcelain skin,
the faintest sigh escapes, a smile appears
as your wispy fingers seek my own

Probing gentle folds, serene recesses of silken slivers
sipping the morn’s perfect elixir, ambrosia,
seeing your eyes wide open now
and falling once more deeply into their hypnotic beauty

Hands fondle my hair, wavy lengths, grasping
tickling heated embraces, melting into the warmth,
maple syrup cravings, sweetened stickiness in
pleasure flavored temptations

Sunshine illumines the room with sparkled effervescence,
writhing deep into the blue sky destinations,
azure visions of springtime promises kept
and green grass wanderings

I rise with you, fall with you…with this perfect time,
mirroring movements in reflective crescendos, rapidly,
as your voice sings my name, feathered pillow melodies,
an ending ovation in hummingbird inspired quivers

And you collapse, tethered breaths, tiny giggles
pulling the sheets tight to your chin playfully
I peer up, cinnamon eyes gleam, twinkle,
rejoicing as brand new day begins…in love

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It is an unusually cold morning here so 
I thought I would repost this and warm
the place up a little. : )

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Brenda Chiri October 11, 2019 at 1:54 PM Wow I don't remember reading this one!;) most definitely warmed the day up!;) Gorgeous write Chris!;) Chris Green October 11, 2019 at 2:23 PM Thank you so very much Brenda. It is a cold and blustery day here.

Hello There October 11, 2019 at 11:05 AM ...............no wonder not many commented..............hard to gain one's composure after that. This would bring a corpse to life my friend. Hello There October 11, 2019 at 7:22 PM Lol. Strong enough to add this one to my favorites now ;) I meant it's hot in here... where your poem is ~ LOL. And someone here slipped something... oh forget it! hehehe Chris Green October 11, 2019 at 2:24 PM It's getting colder still down here. You wouldn't care to share some of that special coffee, would you? : ) Hello There October 11, 2019 at 11:17 AM Warm?? Ha! Now THAT was funny. It's burning up in here ~ Feels like someone slipped something into my morning cup o' joe ;) Chris Green October 11, 2019 at 11:13 AM Ha, that was funny. Not sure it would do that but it might open a few tired eyes. : ) Thank you my friend. I am happy you stopped by the warm section of soup this morning.

John Hamilton October 11, 2019 at 10:39 AM I remember this one well...ahem...still very stimulating let's say thanks for warming us up! John Hamilton October 11, 2019 at 10:52 AM It's more than ok, great to see these again! Chris Green October 11, 2019 at 10:41 AM Thanks John. There are so many on here who haven't seen or read some of these, I guess it is ok to repost a few from time to time

Heidi Sands October 11, 2019 at 9:41 AM I think I remember this beauty! ? It is cold here too and this was perfect :) Very well written. Good morning Chris. Chris Green October 11, 2019 at 9:46 AM Yes, you were one of the few who read this the last time I posted it so thank you again Heidi. Thank you for everything, I'll bet I don;t have a poem on here you haven't read and left me a nice comment. I appreciate you my friend.

Sandra Adams October 11, 2019 at 9:36 AM ...and warm it up you did, wow....what a beautiful sensual write this one is my friend...astounding poem! Chris Green October 11, 2019 at 9:44 AM It feels nice to be warmed up when the cold weather hits. : ) Thanks so very much Sandy. I was looking at some older poems this morning and saw this one and thought it would be perfect for today. I am thrilled you liked it so much.

Ilene Bauer October 11, 2019 at 9:26 AM chris - i think you have accomplished what you've set out to do! this should be used as an example (to which more mortal writers can only aspire) of the perfect blend of sensuality and flat out gorgeous language that it is possible to incorporate into a love poem. bravo! Chris Green October 11, 2019 at 9:43 AM Ha, more mortal writers, that was funny but I will take it as a huge compliment. Thank you Ilene, your kind comments do at times make me feel immortal, though I am just me, nobody special. : )