A Covering Of Dappled Clouds Poem by Tracey Witt

You awaken me in the grey of morning
with tender kisses to my neck.
The all but full moon
peering quietly into the window,
a covering of delicate dappled clouds
floating slowly across her face,
illuminated by her light.

Your hands working their magic
as your warm body presses against mine.
I hear your whisperings,
and every word is as a caress
to my body...

Wide awake yet drowsy
with the heady essence of La Luna
and the passion you arouse,
what wine could do half as much
as a taste of your moonlit kisses.