The Power Exchange

Form: Ivorian Sonnet 9

On your lips rests that sweetest drop of dew
Just kissed by the sun to a golden hue
Your treasure hidden behind your closed eyes
While mine are rooted to gaze on your face
And my ears listen for your quiet sighs
Like a cool breeze drifting from the sea
To touch me like a pebble on your shore
In that moment I will set your soul free
With your voice calling me, demanding more
And I give all that is in me to you
All that is pleasure bound within love’s grace
I give to you; I give you all of me
In that moment my heart wears no disguise
And now its me demanding you give more

©JG Farmer 2019

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