The seconds soon slip
As I remain in your grip,
A Marlboro light,
Hanging between your sweet lip.

My hair is a tangled mess
And on the floor, strewn is my dress.
Slight, lacy and black,
In an attempt to impress.

Your eyes are pale pastel,
You mumble that you like my castle
'For my princess'
You say as I bury in your muscle.

Your beard is stubble on my cheek,
With each toss and turn the floorboards creek,
As you look under the sheets to peak.

Your cigarette is blunted in a vase,
You hold my cheek and say
'You are far more precious than glass'

Your skin is dew like and gathers between your brow,
I stroke your jaw as if I don't know how.

The kiss is so tender, so careful, so harsh,
Your breathe tastes like mirangues and ash,
I move my lips over your thickening 'tache.

"My love" you pant three times,
As you squeeze my thighs
And I kiss your eyes.

What an impeccable morning,
A love without warning.