,

Tender Morning Kisses

Those days when we have

Nothing to do and

Nowhere to be.

No alarm clocks,

light sun thru the windows.

Sheer curtains.

Rolling around in these sheets.

Your arms

My breasts

Going and going

We’ll never get sick of it. 

Love making marathons.

Phones on airplane mode.

Every delight

Every sacred, blissful touch.

Nothing else matters

But our love.