A Perfect Sunday Morning 

Eyes heavy, mind slow, my love sleeps slowly against the breaking morning glow.

Birds call, gentle breeze, night drops back to horizon trees.

Naked chest, ruffled hair, a stretch and sigh in the morning air.

Gentle stroke, suggestive smile.

Come here in my embrace for a while.

Bodies roll, between the sheets, hot embers fall and lust repeats.

Smell of coffee in the air

A sip

A smile

A forgotten care.



Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

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