A lemon meringue morning sunrise beats feet
through her window lighting up the room
Thin faded blue sheets around her waist
spilling over angles and curves like Niagara Falls
her back is towards me in a fetal position
my hand on her hip and another on her tiny shoulder
the softness of her inner thighs defies gravity
as I press into them gently
my body envelops her as she arches her back
I anchor her hip with mine
as I find the daylight of her blooms
I cup her perky breasts with the hands of a lumberjack
While admiring her red highlights
As the sunlight bounces through translucent strands
She etches her arousal on the skin of my back
With candy red crystalline nails
She signs a chapter of her ecstasy
with the blood of my body
I await her until her climax arrives
In waves of light and glory
that wash over and inundate me
I release a galaxy of worlds
through the vortex of her soul
Each sparkling star explodes into radiant gems
Every ocean becomes filled with the lilting songs of dolphins
Our worlds fold into themselves and regenerate lost Edens
I become lost in her satiation and yet
find that I do not wish to leave
A lemon meringue morning finds its way
through closed lids of content
Life has taken root in the corners of her smile
*Dedication for Marilyn Seray who has read almost everything I have posted and for her love of romantic poetry. May all your days start out with lemon meringue mornings.
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Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
Reviewed on June 19, 2003
You know just the title alone says so much about Marilyn and God reading the rest is just more of a feast on the eyes and mind
Breathless... speechless.....I lost my sight for a moment..........lol....nobody can focus alllllll the time....okay!!
With a write like this it is impossible...to keep your mind in place...don't blame me...hehehe
Wow!! I wish my name was Marilyn...damn lucky woman.... < < <smiles>>>
Love
Tinka
Reviewed by Charles Mann (Reader)
Reviewed on May 22, 2003
Amor!Superb ,excellence in every line my friend,,Charlie
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 22, 2003
Well, if Marilyn hasn't fainted, I have. Marvelous work and beautiful. Bravo.
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You can write like meringue.
Yummy poem... and the lady is too.
Best wishes always,
from
Kay.
This gave me rays of sunshine on this gloomy afternoon and warmed my heart with its radiance.
What a kind soul you have, sweet Amor, I am deeply honored by this dedication.
Thank you so much!
Always,
Marilyn
xx
Jenni
Chrissie
With a write like this it is impossible...to keep your mind in place...don't blame me...hehehe
Wow!! I wish my name was Marilyn...damn lucky woman.... < < <smiles>>>
Love
Tinka
me;-)Fantastic tribute!
Excellent!
Reindeer
--Karissa
Oh now this is so stunning. a breathless write of excellence.
Excellent tribut for Marylin I love the colors,and imageery sounds.
Peggy