Sunday Goddess
Our legs intertwined between thick blankets.
Early sunlight kisses our eyes lightly, pleading for our awaking.
Your eyelashes gingerly flutter as the impurity of my hands travel down your thighs.
My fingers purposely brushing against your rose petals.
I taste the familiar fragrance in which my mouth craves deeply.
As much as I worship your body that sends
a passionate flame into my groins
nothing can also compare to your dark fashioned skin
soothingly breathing the name of autumn.
Your head full of spirals of dark curls that put
the highly praised blond hair to shame.
I press kisses across your sharp jawline creating
a spell of love no such magic can reverse
Your coffee painted eyes are my only source of caffeine.
One can be fully simulated by such a stare.
When you decide to wake from the world of dreams
I promise to reveal to you our flawless daydream.
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