One Sunday Morning

(For M.F.)

Sunday Morning Stretch

 

Groan.

      Yawn.

How I adore our meanderings.

 

Mornings of misfits

muscles

waking to the sturdy fur of you,

     pecks, abs, inner thigh

naked...

 

The world outside, absent

your hardness

itching against yesterday's 5-o'clock

     shadow

 

We breakfast on sensations

moaning

     satin thousand threads

sifting in grips of sheets

          creating

    silken dunes of flesh creamy hues

soft mounds from our twist

                tied

 

tethered limbs

then opening passages with kisses

     and humidity's licks

camelback & cobra songs

to Sahara

           heat

where we worship obelisks

until slumber

has rendered us

              stardust and sphinx

 

Midnight recovery

mused is our flesh again

     this morning

less stealth of night but copious

hands

         slithering to waves

         of parched needs

for us to swim in its seas,

sensing sensual stiffness

     your shifting

            your shaft

my blood collects

    to tighten the hardness that is mine.

 

When this grabs hold of us

we forgive

           that it is Sunday

 

Such thickets of urges

   juicy sweet confection / completion's

masculine deprevation

         half grin half flurry,

                     No worry

displacing thoughts of infection

secure in our relations...

 

Stretching with both my hands

behind me

        gripping with claws of the passionate

buttocks raised (waiting for rain)

as if to be seen & named

      by the gods' - creative breath and shame

           I yearn for how you embrace me

 

Firmly

as though I were the firmament

       your sky without permission (or air rights)

to fly

and in our rhythmic trance

we are Spartans

(with our war cry)

             Thrusting

                 Breathing

         Open

               Assuaged

                        defeat

          Shriven

                      Leap

hush...

 

Exhale. Good morning, Love

   a taste of how heaven

feels.

 

Stretching.

Eyes open to take in my world.

         Stretching.

Reaching for you

if just briefly knowing the whole truth...

 

 

  

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Fantastic write! Great imagery and also very creative truths that shine through
the piece, romance as a shadow, this was well written and executed! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for your kind review. Much appreciated.

[koty bell]

Deep romantic and Filthy...great write

[Butch Decatoria]

Thanks...for your comment and review

[koty bell]

No prob sir great work

[LJW]

Whoa Nelly.

I just kinda lay there and wish I had a cup of coffee and a nice croissant first.

Got pictures? :-)

Listen, erotic writing is not my thing, but if it was, I'd love this as much as I do right now.

Unique. Just very Fluffy. :-)

[Lydia R. Ferraro]

Holy imagery!

Sultry and gripping. I felt as though I was being pulled in and out of this poem, transitioning between lust and romance, like waves...

wonderful.