Thursday, April 14, 2011

Morning Blues...

The cock never crows in the city...
Sleep ushers in the sweetest thots...
Dreams never felt so good...
Cocooned in layers of Coco berry moments...
Frozen time, zero gravity...
Pearls of laughter, shaped like tear-drops...
Nectar soaked voice, rhythmic sweet buzz...
Dancing eyes, swaying to visual salsa melodies...
Smooth bronze skin, kissed by the sun...
Body curves fluid and merging like poetry...
A beautiful heart, sound mind...
She glances in his direction...
Fluttering eyelashes...
Lips curved by the symmetry of her smile...
The clock chimes...7 A.M
Love tastes so good...

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