Morning Heat Poem by Isis 2007

Morning Heat



Hard, tan body. Hair tousled.
Lips mumbling.
I hand you coffee. Weren't
You my king so long ago?
I have tasted your body in
Many lands. You will always
Remember my fingers.
Tongue.

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Isis 2007

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