Sunrise.
By Phalanx
My eye's color sense, between different shades of black and grey.
My mind wanders through woods, I haven't visited since I was a child.
Your eye's are the best of your form.
Our most meaningful words happen when your lips
Exchange hunger through finger tips and saliva.
The small of your neck is where I drink water,
Climbing my way through your hair,
Body surfing against shallow oceans of sweat and skin.
Promise your hands, split palms and fingers
Buried at the base of my scalp.
If your legs lock at my back, it's forever.
I never wanted to wait this long.
As long as I live and I'll meet you in heaven.
Nothing will keep us apart.
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Copyright 2016 Phalanx
Published on Sunday, April 3, 2016.
Filed under:
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Author's Note:
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On Monday, October 8, 2018, Phalanx
(679) wrote:
I got to get all the souls together before you make a synopsis. Blacksmith.
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On Wednesday, October 3, 2018, carlosjackal
(3021) wrote:
This is a more than worthy POTD, no bullshit. The romance and passion of this piece so tangible and your phrasing was brilliantly unique without losing any of the visual clarity and feeling. Great stuff.
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On Friday, October 12, 2018, Phalanx
(679) wrote:
Thank you by the way.
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On Sunday, April 3, 2016, Star
(919) wrote:
sensual and sexy. such passion between you two. i live to have a romance like that. beautiful.