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Morning in a Field of Gold


Light across the gilded field
Sunbeams through holes in a cloud
Silently across your face, rays yield
Shadows cast off their shroud

A dewy kiss warms morning thoughts
Of a lovers raw embrace
Desire twisted up in knots
Yearnings will unlace

Lay me down on a clover sea
And a honeysuckle bed
Gentle breezes wash over me
Flowing like water instead

Wet lips entwined with hunger
Gives way to beating hearts
Our fingertips do linger
Panting breaths depart

So lay with me on this bed of gold
Blowing kisses in my ear
A golden field for my love to hold
Darling, lets stay right here

© 2018 Peter Noah Thomas

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