Orgasm Of Dawn

a Spenserian Stanza poetic form

Hot summer forest, sweat and dawn’s faint light,

My feet in time with sighs of willow trees,

Bare cheeks and skin, dew-glossed and shining bright,

My breasts sway freely, n*****s hard in breeze,

Moss meets my wetness�"harmonies, soft lies

Nightbirds perform their final song with ease,

While fireflies blink out their last goodbyes,

Alone, I’m cradled close by nature’s sweet surprise,

An orgasm of dawn�"my body soaring as I rise.

In dappled gold, a turtle halts my stride,

Her ancient fortress shell, a gaze unblinking,

Paused, I’m exposed�"no secret folds to hide�" 

Her slow, wise eyes undress me, softly blinking.

“Old mother,” I sigh, “what are you thinking?” 

Does my left breast seek the gentle morning sky? 

Do wild curls shame me, or my fantasizing? 

Do you see n*****s, not a perfect doll’s eye? 

The forest hushes, breathless, waiting for her reply. 

I study flesh�"each mile sculps a*s and breast,

Do I run for her, or am I just insane?

The rush of blood, feeding animal unrest,

Her body in our bed�"my lust, a hurricane.

She’s dawn’s first glow; I’m shadow, bound by chain.

Does this sweat feed her gaze, or pool between thighs?

I pass fat faces, screens glued, cold with disdain�"

I’d rather die in wildness, in open skies,

My body, food for forest, feasted by butterflies.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I love Dawn pre dawn especially the birds start to wake and sing
The light changes so beautiful
Loved this one. Well done

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Each line pulses with yearning, resistance and quiet revelation. This is a daring and intimate work that paints desire as both elemental and divine! Thank you for sharing a piece that challenges comfort and celebrates raw truth.