Morning Whispers


Filtered light beckons me to movement

Dust motes swirl in the air

Muscles sore, straining against memory

Reaching up across the distance

The vast emptiness of cool sheets

Stretching to find submission

Compliant softness, arms welcoming

Hips unhinged with yes

No more as breath hitches

Fingers curl around silk and silver

No more, but yes whispered

In the morning

Valentine, 5 October 2014



  1. Ohhh so lovely. ..

  2. Another Exquisite tasteful enticement… 🙂 you write these so well Val. 🙂

  3. You are excellent at poetic expression

  4. Amazing poem, Valentine. Never read one so sensual before. Good capturing!

  5. Hips unhinged with yes**

    Love that line. xxxxxxxxxx

  6. LOVE the “straining against memory” image! So incredibly powerful!

    Hugs from Ecuador,

  7. This is lovely! 😀

  8. As frank mentioned, you certainly have a way with sensual posts 🙂

  9. Jueseppi B. says:

    Reblogged this on MrMilitantNegro™.

  10. You have a gift with sensual prose …. and off to another cold shower. 😉

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