Ah, the morning after a night of lust
That certain scent still in the air
A whisper kissing silky skin
And gentle brushes against erotic hair
The awakening, slow
And easy pressing of flesh to flesh
The meld of two becoming one
As our bodies begin to mesh
No demanding rush nor need
The objective not release
Just the pleasure of the joining
Wanting the feeling not to cease
Building, oh so slowly
Never wanting it to end
Feeling each and every movement
And the joy that it does send
Not a loud and screaming finish
More moan and sigh when we are done
Then a snuggle close, a touch of lips the soft words whispered
"Good Morning " Beautiful
