by Terri Register

Created on: May 22, 2009

*Sex & Breakfast*

Cool, Crisps, sheets on a Sunday Morning

Fill my side silhouette,

They detect your movement,

Tickle my skin,

And awaken me

Our eyes meet,

We pursue the passion,

Your chocolate skin mixes with mine,

We form a unique blend,

Soft skin, staggered breaths,

I inhale your kisses,

You exhale and whisper my name,

The cool air becomes moist,

The sun peaks through the cheap blinds

Illuminating the room with blue darkness,

I cleave to your frame,

The curve of your lip meets the curve in my neck,

Coarse hair becomes thin scattered strands

As you part my hair with your fingertips,

The gripping sensation upon my scalp,

Helps me feel the exactness of your love

My thoughts are hazy and yet so focused,

Love is flowing from within our essence,

A rising medley,

Sounds of expression,

As we hum love's tune and follow its beat,

Love overflows and overtakes our bodies,

It is no longer in our control,

We max out on the feeling,

I embrace you with a sigh,

You place your head upon my chest,

Our stomachs rumble in agreement,

We glance at each other in recognition

Breakfast is in order

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