My New Bride
As I lay in sleep's sweet caress,
she places a kiss on my lips.
And as her moist lips gently press;
I feel a movement in her hips.
With a playful tug, her bra slips;
and smiles instantly fill the room.
For as our sweat mingles and drips,
my new bride makes love to her groom.
Her soft, gentle hands massage me
as I rise to the occasion.
And opening my eyes; I see
that my bride needs no persuasion.
Factoring in love's equation,
we weave wishes upon hope's loom.
And on this joyous occasion,
my new bride makes love to her groom.
Dawn's first light paints the morning sky,
as the songbirds begin to sing.
And passion morphs into a sigh;
as she makes me feel like a king.
She sparkles like her wedding ring;
and smells sweet, like roses in bloom.
While we wrestle with sheets that cling,
my new bride makes love to her groom.
My hopes and dreams fledge, taking wing,
fueled by her subtle perfume.
And upon the first day of spring,
my new bride makes love to her groom.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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