The Morning That Sprouted Out Of The Last Night's Love.... Poem by Daniel Paul

Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips. For we had strayed together in my bed, through some dim glade of pillows, where the shy lamp beams scarce dared light our bliss...

Cheek pressed to cheek, her firm nipples were my anchorage..
Like a block of ashes, she easily crumbled upon my touch till sleep stole her eyes.......

Today the sun peeped through the curtains, rousing me and my lover as we lie in bed together in a morning..
The sun itself may well be blinded by looking upon the eyes of my beloved - they're that dazzling and beautiful.

It's impossible to be blinded by beauty, of course, but the smirk from your eyes keeps my heart pacing and lust consumes me - I'm blinded by your beauty......

You're the product of the far worlds that crossed my path and settled in my world to shower me with intimacy......