beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Sunday Morning

Coffee steam,

Plumes in the air,

Pages of the book,

Caressing each turn with

A loving care,

An easy, quiet time,

Questions for later,

Little more than murmurs,

For now.

A silence as solid as rock,

Breathe in the peace,

Soothing the time,

Into beatific lassitude,

Tell me, baby girl,

How this would cover

You too.

 

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