[BLOG] Reverie

primesuspect

Plunging ahead, the morning dew thickening into mist
the night crawls inexorably towards day
the uncertain bird gives a tenuous call and falls silent as his cry goes unheeded.

Cherry tree hanging heavy laden with sumptuous petals unfolded,
dripping moist upon me; face upturned I let it drip, pour onto my lids, my lips
My mouth opens slightly to let a bead run in, my tongue darting forward to take a tentative taste

Sweet, the dew, sweet the scent, cloying, erotic, intense

Everything meets here
night into morning, dew into mist
old into new, past into future

Things changed

UPSLynx

Nice.

Prose would be better if you mentioned the guy you saw watching porno in his living room

primesuspect

That was hilarious. It was just like, there, for the whole world (namely, me) to see.

Mochan

I share my porn with the world, too.