there is something truly
enticing, about the curve
of back, as you sit
on the edge of the bed,
lost in that moment between
being abed and rising
that delay, whilst you decide
yay or nay, to the day.
there is a challenge in the
***** of shoulders
and the swell of good eating
that rests upon your hips
that makes me want leap into action
and draw you back
from the edgeof mundanity,
of everyday routine
and ravage you silly,
make you howl
and make you moan..
i want to taste your sleep drenched skin
and feast upon the energy kept quiet
i want wake you, make your open eyes
make your pupils dilate,
as i drink the night out of the depths of you...
but I am to slow, in my langour
i have lost the moment,
you stand and stride off
into the day
i turn and lay on my side
hoping the sun will leach
the frustration from my being
