Sex on Sunday

Morning breath
Behind my ear
Skin on skin
As finger tips strip
Down
My wondering fear.

Dancing in white
Egyptian fields
Soft and lush
Make her blush
"Take
          Me
               There."

A restless night
Just wait 'til the dawning
Skip the sermon
This might take
All morning...

To trace my curves
From plush lips
To unknown nerves
Use your mouth
Mark
       Your
              Territory.

Stop your thinking
No more concentration
Relax your mind
And let me find
Your oral
                Fixation

Scratch my name
On the back of forever
We'll take turns
Tear down walls
Up against doors
As nature calls
You to
        Touch
                 Me.

Don't be shy
We've waited too long
So draw the blinds
And hush the world
I need you
To physically
                     Love
                            Me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is a good Sunday morning. Description and flow of words were perfect. A outstanding poem.
Coyote