Love in the Morning

LOVE IN THE MORNING There's nothing so grand as love in the morning, as our cries broke the stillness of the gray silent dawn. That was the morning, when you woke up with wood, then I wanted to have you, inside me again. Our limbs became tangled. Our bodies became wet, with the anticipation, of wild abandonment. Our breath became labored, as we started to sweat, As you breathed me out, and I breathed you in. As blankets slid down off all sides of the bed, the vigorous activity, continued overhead. The kids knocked and said, what are you doing? Please go back to bed we are, Just wrestling. A mild aggravation. So we continued, and there's nothing so grand, as love until noon. By: Wordplaya, December 2008