creak open, cracked undimming
freeing deep pools to see at will
morning dawns
awakened again the heartache kills
the memory of loss, unforgetting
pooling pangs, frozen chills
morning yawns
light rushes in to have it's fill
the truth of you, bare, undressing
rewinding blurs, replaying thrill
moanings drawn
scent ascends as senses spill
nude skin on skin in bed confessing
love unleashed on you until
morning's gone
– Jason Kichline
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