I lie in bed with wicked grin...
My Sunday routine has managed to
Slip its way into my every day
my mind wanders to you...
All we have is this Sunday morning,
And the glittering sunlight,
That flickers as it dances across your skin,
Fills the warmth that envelopes me,
As your lips touch mine.
And I wonder,
Is this what you wanted
are you dreaming of this too?
For the moment to be king,
With no walls or inhibitions between us,
Just the vulnerability of our existence,
Turning from abstract to concrete,
And dissolving again,
As our lips part.
I remain under the covers
thinking this is perfection
this is ...
Sunday Morning.........
