A touch of Dawn on your lips…


Your words wear a touch of dawn

in the evermore of their intent.

May I kiss them and taste the

essence of golden sunlight

upon your skin? Oh, to

be those warm rays that caress

awake your soul. May I kiss

them? Follow the trail of heat

as it climbs across your naked

form, as the dawn whispers

her lasting love to to the

moon on his descent. . .

You have a touch of dawn upon your lips,

may I kiss you?


Karen Hayward ©2017

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