Crinkled smiles,

leftover

******* jacks

buried deep

between my

couch"s

hot leather

cushions.


sticky fingers,

still moistened

from safari

adventures

from head

to toes.


chests rising

trying to

find balance

by taking in

big gulps

of air..


making love

with you

spontaneously

again and

again

on a sunday

afternoon.


is like going

to the

circus when

I was a child

.
big tops,

lots of goodies.

wild animals

dancing..

and carnival rides

that take

my breath

away.......