Tracey Witt

Rose petal softness awakening
with a silky essence of dawn,
misty light dreams of indigo reflections
remembered but for a moment...
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I can see without looking
your expression of liquid imaginations,
a wide awake dream of musky essences
and sweet ambrosial delights.
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Midnight images...
half asleep in your arms,
the wondrous feeling of your strength
encircling me.
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Your voice talks to me in ways that can't be imagined...
dulcet tones of wonder
and vivid imagination...
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Kisses on my skin in the quiet dim light,
glancing over my shoulder just long enough
to catch that look from you....
I'm aware of what a half smile can do,
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Your fingertips murmur secrets to my body,
telling me of silken pleasures
and cinnamon scented images
while you enfold me in an embrace of tender strength....
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Misty dreams,
dewy awakenings
to the inviting image of you,
Standing alone,
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You awaken me in the grey of morning
with tender kisses to my neck.
The all but full moon
peering quietly into the window,
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Come to me
in the half light of dusk
speak my name in your whispers...
touch my life with your body,
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This is what it means to love...
a look
a touch
a gesture
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Speaking into the darkness
night secrets told to the sky,
no whispers of return
only the silent clouds and stars.
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Looking down from above watching the conversation
words are heard
but not understood,
trust no one,
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You cover my body with yours
like a blanket of stars,
alive to the touch of skin on skin.
Reading the signature of your kisses,
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Come to me
in the faded light of dawn
When the songs of night have been sung.
Your passion devours me whole,
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Talk to me in that voice I love,
the one that sounds like midnight,
my body reacting to your touch and words,
Sensual
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Do you have any idea
of what you do to me,
with that look that drives me mad?
The glance that tells me
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