Poetry Life and Mind-ful Things

What Time Is It?

As the sun rises to beginning of day

I wonder, What time is it?

How do I say what is in my heart

What has been said time and again

Do you tire to hear what has been

Are your ears aching for newness?

Does the warmth of my breath excite you still?

Do you long for my touch softly?

The chill of thy skin speaks to me, yes

Your ear close to my lips says speak

You say to me soft spoken, my name

Gentle as the morning dew

Embrace we do in kisses of fire

Arousal, as this rising sun awakens the day

Questions that had me in wonderment

At this moment, it matters not

What time is it?

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