The Morning Dew

I watched
as the morning sun
poured its light
over the thin nightshirt
you were wearing

My imagination
undressed you
touching
each ray
as they defined your womanhood

Slowly
as if time were melting
it fell gently
to the floor
revealing your perfection

I inhaled
knowing
the next breath I would take
would be lost within the burning rapture
of your soul

And as the sunrise
danced within the beads of sweat
pouring from our bodies
I could hear
the soft
delicate
moans
of the morning dew
awakening us

Nice, that is love and the passion love invokes

I love this Mig as always thank you for sharing

Thanks Ladywind, I try to recreate the feeling my wife makes me feel.

And Queenie, Thank you too. I appreciate the kind words

Wow I wish someone wrote a poem for me like that! Really really good!