Gasps and groans
Your tasty moans
As I slipped inside
Your soul tonight
But yonder wakes
The sun my dear
It’s time for adieu
Yet I’ll be so near
Gone my good sir
God’s gift to me
Given with belief
My closed parade
Beneath blankets
In tangled thighs
Can’t we continue?
Every rule to defy
Say your goodbyes
The morn arrives
Let glisten the day
In grasps of night
You’ll be granted
Be together again
Lost in the flames
Of your lusty fire
Boyish charm got
Love from desire
No gaffe was this
Forever I shall say
You, my true love
In no typical ways
Say your goodbyes
The morn arrives
Let glisten the day
In grasps of night
You’ll be granted
Be together again
Reply I’ve got now
In question, a love
I’ll await the nights
When we can unite
Go forth, be gallant
And return so soon
To make me whole
Smile to the moon
For ABC Wednesday (G Words), One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry, Sunday Scribblings (#256 Fire), and Big Tent Poetry (Wordle).
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The poetry is of a form, Aubade, which is a dramatic conversation between lovers, happening at dawn. The voice of warning is of a guard, the man wanting to leave, and the lady wanting him to stay. The warning voice urges the lovers to depart, as the morning dawns.
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.