Post by Elle Rush on Dec 16, 2005 15:04:11 GMT -5
Nascent
I awoke into nascent,
thrown back into the dream
of last moon's lust
triggered by the scent
of masculine ecstasy,
I laid covered in
discovering and rediscovering
the joys of being wanton
in a dream, reality
reality, a dream
the sweat trickling down my brow,
another sweet, salty reminder
of passions indulgence
tangled hair, mussed sheets
now casualties of sensuality
I don't want to move,
afraid it will end
it feels so stirring,
the inner rapture
that creates the birth,
returning me to nascence.
elle rush copyright 2001
I awoke into nascent,
thrown back into the dream
of last moon's lust
triggered by the scent
of masculine ecstasy,
I laid covered in
discovering and rediscovering
the joys of being wanton
in a dream, reality
reality, a dream
the sweat trickling down my brow,
another sweet, salty reminder
of passions indulgence
tangled hair, mussed sheets
now casualties of sensuality
I don't want to move,
afraid it will end
it feels so stirring,
the inner rapture
that creates the birth,
returning me to nascence.
elle rush copyright 2001