Sunday Morning

In the crook of my arm..
She breathes softly..
Her soft little snores
Delight me..

She dreams so completely..

Musky scent of nights passion..
Light smell of perfume..
Fill me..

Morning heat beside me..

If I move..
She wraps around me..

A soft whisper..
Pouting kiss on my neck..
"No baby"..

Her gentle tantrum..
Paralyzes me..

She knows the spell
She puts on me..
I dont mind at all..
That she gets her way..

When she wakes..
She'll give me her attention..
The morning sun
Is no match...
For the fire in her touch..

She'll be rewarded..

The smell of bacon.
Cheesy eggs
An English muffin.
Lttle smiley face..
On Her favorite plate
Staring back at me..

The fate of those sweet berries is sealed..

Shes napping again..
I cant help but watch Her for a moment..
Wrapped around
So many lucky pillows..
I sit beside Her..
Mesmerized..
Steam from Her breakfast
Tickles her eyes open..

Poor berry..
Little giggles from her..
Pleasing her like this
Gives me life..

I feed her half..
Every few bites..
She kisses me playfully..

I pull myself away
To run her morning bath..

Hungry sounds follow me..

Her plate is clean
Before I can add her favorite oil..
Little bubbles wait for her..

I go to bring her to them..
Shes licking lovely fingers clean..

Pretty baby..
Light as a feather..

She nuzzles me.
Soft lips on my ear..
I kiss her..
Lay her gently..
In her warm paradise..

She loves the way I wash her hair..

"Ready"

Her gaze melts me..

I wrap Her in the terry blanket

She calls Her towel..

Wet silk..
Soft arms around me..

My legs nearly fail me
Under the pressure of her kiss..

Back to clean sheets and cool pillows..

We cover ourselves

In light cotton..

Damp cloth pressed against me..

We are inseparable..

We'll sleep away