Mistress of the Morn
~Mistress of the Morn~
Fingers creeping stealthily about, in early morning dew
Creeping touching, tempting, damp as they find you.
Cold yet exquisite after the warm dark night
Tantalising and teasing and bringing fresh delight.
The mistress of the morn is calling once again
Wrapping you in her in her arms, pleasure you need not feign.
Dreams are not needed now the morning is here
The mistress waiting paitently of that you have no fear.
Waking slowly a smile on your lips
Feeling the caress of the cooling finger tips.
Why oh why is it only in this way?
That your mistress of the morn, comes out to play.
Like some fantasy fairy soothing your head
Playing with your senses, wishing you were in bed.
Every time you say "No" never again
But that bottle of wine is empty-again you did drain.
The mist creeping in with the dawns early light
Making you think it was - a mistress all night…
Your hair and clothes damp, you slept on the step
You promised yourself you wouldn’t - and yet.
The only time your mistress is there
Is just before you awake in the cool misty air
© ~GG~ 10/08/2012
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