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Dawn’s Chorus

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Poem by Seafarrwide

Dawn’s chorus shamelessly loud

Darkness disappears from sight

Slivers of morning pierce my skin

Memories of her linger within

The light shining on each silver spoke

As she combed each tendril of her golden cloak

Thick like hay damp from lovers play

She pins up high to make it stay

For me to unwrap cascading loose

Entangling me in her noose

Long wisps reaching her  curvaceous hips

Curves I trace with my wanton lips

Soft like the mornings flowers

Wishing back those erotic hours

Fragrant Jasmine lingers on my skin

Inhaling thoughts of our joyous sin

Her aromatic scent she made her own

Never a better aroma I have known

A Kookaburra screeches the day is here

Dreams of her must disappear

Image sourced from Pinterest – via Influenster

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