Lying here in the dark,
a memory of you
from over ten years ago
enters the room.
It’s early morning.
You’re walking
across the room
at the end of your bed
whilst I lay naked,
sated,
in it.
Watching you.
Taking in every curve
of your pale, soft body
with my eyes.
The same body my
hands, lips, tongue
had been exploring
during the preceding few hours
of early, early morning
(what could also be called
"last night",
if we’d actually slept).
You smile at me
in the impish way you do
as you sift through clothes
to go downstairs
to the kitchen.
We can hear your mother
talking to a friend
down there,
and for just a moment
I feel like I’ve
crossed some line.
That I’ve led you
astray.
And then you kiss me
and I remember
who led who.
And then I forget
because
it no longer matters.
Nothing does
but the way your body
feels against mine.
crowe
A nice way to start the day Bronwyn.
Franka Zaumseil
Like it a lot, well done!
lilyspirit
nice!