Morning licks
the nectar of Night off her fingertips
and hums content.
She sucks on dew, bites the lip of dawn,
she moans into the mouth of the earth,
waking the world with the waves of her hips.
Morning
Poetry
Poetry
Morning licks
the nectar of Night off her fingertips
and hums content.
She sucks on dew, bites the lip of dawn,
she moans into the mouth of the earth,
waking the world with the waves of her hips.