Morning Urges


Breezes of morning come sweetly
to wake me from my dreams.
The scent of bare earth lingers heavy
with the promise of newness.

My eyes open to the sunshine,
you are my first thought.
Tired, yet filled with desire for you,
It drives me to begin yet another day.

Awakening there, waiting for the entrails
of dreamstuff to slowly fade.
The need for you begins to grow,
so strong that I know, soon I must give in.

So intense, so real, so demanding are you,
I must have you, I cannot wait.
I do wait, just a little longer,
To see if I can , but I fear I have become a slave.

Slave to you, and your hold of me,
I feel I am weakening.
The moment of submission grows so near,
so real, so attainable, so delicious.

I give in to you, yet again.

Damn Cigarettes!

S. A. Mogollon

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