Thursday

Waking

Grasping at dreams, I grumble and groan
As daylight smacks my eyelids
I long to linger in lazy allure

I feel you move beside me
as you warm my ear with breath
Your fingertips and lips tease
Through fading flannel fabric

Surrendering sighs submit
to waking in your arms
Ripped from rest to reality

With promises of passion
To make it worth my while

1 comment:

Robbo said...

I like! I was just thinking, oh this is a nice, lazy, waking-up image. Than at the end—hello! A touch of hotness!