Like The Morning Sun................. Poem by Minnie Gehrig

waking to the full shining sun of your
morning phallus,
the goddess in the god,
and rose to meet me,
full on,
not holding back,
my red hair a tumble across
your shoulders,
finding the accelarated pulse beneth
the full pout of your lips,
my hips rise to meet your as the moon rises
in dark skies,
your chest hair shining in the streams of full on sunlight,
golden and glimmering,
the pure gold green of your eyes,
my morning god,
come and see me here,
in the gold hue of dawn,
when the witches work is done, ,
somwhere between the maiden and the mother,
2 lovers under cover,
seperating the triple goddess
to bring me your heat,
joyous and spilling onto me,
like a garment no-one else may wear.