She Wakes in Beauty – an Erotic Poem
She Wakes in Beauty
She wakes in beauty, Byron’s muse.
The morning light creeps
through our bedroom window,
caresses her face, breasts,
casts a moving shadow
down her soft belly to her sex.
She sits up and stretches,
grabs her toes, turns to me,
rests her elbow on the pillows.
She shakes her hair and smiles.
“Good morning, sleepy head.
“I must look a mess,” she says.
“No, you are lovely,” I say.
“You are hard again, I see.”
She smiles, still wet
from lovemaking and sweet dreams.
“I can’t help it, look at you,” I offer.
She laughs, climbs on me, kisses my face,
holds me, tests herself, and finding she is ready,
slides down slowly, silent,
careful as a fawn’s first step,
although this is not our first,
connecting us, her hands on my chest,
riding easily, then faster, breathing steady,
a jockey setting a smooth pace.
“Don’t, no, not yet, just… let me
just do this thing, this marvelous thing
that fills my thoughts as I go about my day.”
Mingled hair, limbs,
her nipples pressed to mine,
her fragrance on my hands, my lips—
what life, love, time, fresh linens,
sunlight and shadow smell like.
“Oh my love, I’m almost there, don’t stop, don’t
stop, don’t ever
stop.”
This is a short poem, but it captures so much of the truth, beauty, love, and eroticism that each marriage should strive to embrace and nurture. It’s really beautiful.
Thank you for sharing!
Mmmmmm! What an incredibly sexy narrative poem! It is so beautiful too!
I really relate to these lines:
“… let me
just do this thing, this marvelous thing
that fills my thoughts as I go about my day.”
I really enjoy that sense of well-being that fill MY thoughts throughout the day, because we almost always make love in the morning.
A beautiful encapsulation of marital love! Though simplistic and brief, this free-flowing verse really turned me on. "Her nipples pressed to mine"…so intimate!
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