We Sleep at Sunrise

An ode to losing my virginity.

Soft gentle touch,

Overflows with tenderness

Fingers, brush along a cheek,

Outline open lips

A lover's braille

Hands sculpt sweetness

From sullen flesh,

They trace ignited hips

Voices sounded soft

Through thin walls

Like brooding pigeons

Under a bridge

There's something more to

Fade; ragged truths

Separate from elegant lies.

As grey dawn strains peaches,

We fall asleep

The End

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