5 AM
Photo by Viek Tedmil for UnSplash 5 AM The slope of your contours are a mere hint beneath the morning sheet. Slowly, my hand slides along the back of your arcing thigh, over the satin of your creamy-peach flesh until that moment - when I reach around to steal your breath. ----- This Quadrille (44 word poem) shared with those dangerous curves over at DVerse Poets . ----- ©2024 Christopher Reilley I would love to know what you thought about this piece. Please consider leaving a comment.
