by Mark Maxey

Ice binds to the pavement this morn
Somatesthesia of frigidness surrounded me
I lay motionless with meditative thoughts
Blocked in through numerous ways
Probing for a ray of temperateness somewhere

External rhythms from ice peppered the window
An orchestra of nature
This melodious sound complimented by sunrise java

Thawed sentiments commenced with each drink
As I mulled over the previous nights warmth
She lay enfolded around my thighs
Aroused…she countenanced an agreement
Her lingua warmed my rage

With an arch of her dorsum I took her unto my chest
She clawed my back with penetrated nails
As I savagely worked her waiting body
Morning offerings…morning passion…added to the rhythm of the storm outside
I imbued her with my own offerings
She did so in such a fain way

Her long brown hair lay upon my thighs
As I softly run my fingers through her hair
she consumed my own wine of love

this dawn of passion is willed to me this morn
and I am breathless from her osculation

Ice binds to the pavement this morn
I lay motionless with meditative thoughts


Posted on 01/17/2005
Copyright © 2021 Mark Maxey

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