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Naughty
#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
The vigorous stares into the silver mirror frame, observing the self, good bad everything in-between. Capturing the sparkling sunrise. With a hint of selfishness, Mixed with curiosity. I see her silhouette in my observing eyes. Remembering memories, resting gently, awakening my soul to rise. There are few expectations. Igniting sensations instinctively. Her beauty conquers me. I am a visionary observing, waiting to discover what was hidden away. I choose to be discreet below the wind shifting sway. Still facing the mirror my shadows posing its strength, the third eye hopes to speak. Delighted with surging intelligence. Emotionally weakening.. Encouraging the sunrays, when filming the mirrors core. The heart seems to be dancing. There's a knock on the bathroom door. Playfully arranging the evidence, rose petals covers the floor. Opening up, she's excited, about what she see. The physical attraction, bending her knee. Lowering with anticipation. Receiving the gentle touch. Expecting our naughty nature. Obsessively living within our twinkling rush.The perfect touch. As the moonlight creeps, through the window shade, leaving stardust behind our excited eyes. After the pleasurable moment, our deeper love miraculously realized. Naughty.
© Daniel Mason
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
The vigorous stares into the silver mirror frame, observing the self, good bad everything in-between. Capturing the sparkling sunrise. With a hint of selfishness, Mixed with curiosity. I see her silhouette in my observing eyes. Remembering memories, resting gently, awakening my soul to rise. There are few expectations. Igniting sensations instinctively. Her beauty conquers me. I am a visionary observing, waiting to discover what was hidden away. I choose to be discreet below the wind shifting sway. Still facing the mirror my shadows posing its strength, the third eye hopes to speak. Delighted with surging intelligence. Emotionally weakening.. Encouraging the sunrays, when filming the mirrors core. The heart seems to be dancing. There's a knock on the bathroom door. Playfully arranging the evidence, rose petals covers the floor. Opening up, she's excited, about what she see. The physical attraction, bending her knee. Lowering with anticipation. Receiving the gentle touch. Expecting our naughty nature. Obsessively living within our twinkling rush.The perfect touch. As the moonlight creeps, through the window shade, leaving stardust behind our excited eyes. After the pleasurable moment, our deeper love miraculously realized. Naughty.
© Daniel Mason
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