Sunday mornings are a great time to, well, you know…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
A Subtle Mix of Toasty Souls
A subtle mix of toasty souls,
winsomely molded on a woo-ey Sunday morning;
a white hand-stitched eiderdown,
with tea rose-and-green leaf lacings,
hints of sweetest love yielded,
lingering on corporeal palates.
Fresh aromas tending and teasing
just ceded satisfactions, urging them again.
A touch here, a few more kisses there,
maybe a caress, a thin pinch, a burrowing neck.
A strand of hair curling down a finger slide
of supple spine and derriere.
Who knows what else – as
the late morning sun warms,
and still warms,