Lust is Friday Night
Love is Saturday Morning
On Friday we stayed up until 4am
Talking
Laughing
Kissing lips, necks, *******
Breathing into one another
Pleasure filling both of our bodies
I have never known the meaning of desire
Until I wanted every part of you
Connected to me
These two hands are far from gentile
This night has proven that true
With nails digging into your back at
The slightest feeling of euphoria
With hair pulling
And hearts pumping --
Beating to the beat of the same drum
Then the slow decline of it all
Your hands moving from the small of my back
To my small earth hands
Peacefully, the world laid us down

On Saturday we woke at 9:33am
With heavy eyes and a rough voice
You managed a "good morning"
Still intertwined in my bed
I could feel your warmth and
You figure imitating mine
I rolled over to see you staring back at me and
You kissed me so softly
It was as if an angel had graced my lips
I silently thought to myself how
Beautiful and young we are
How lucky I am to get to wake
Next to you
To get to experience you in the vulnerable
Light of the morning
To get to kiss you with morning breath and
Tangled hair and
Dewey faces
I knew this was the kind of the morning
I could never tire of