Morning

by

Daniel Chapa

Tickled hairs on the back of my neck
Gently inform me morning has come
Her breathing soft, relaxed
A hand on my hip, a hand on my chest
The gentle inhale exhale
Reminds me why I wake, each morning,
With smiles and erections that endure

One half roll and we enjoy
The warmth of full embrace
Squeezed tightly by skinny arms
Eyes still hiding from the invasion
Daylight enters my bedroom

I feel her rub her forehead
Up and down
Left and right
Finding the tenderness
Inside space between chin and shoulder

It is beautiful, though eyes are closed
It is comfortable, though still asleep
The reason I am late for work

The perfect part of her face
Engages the softest part of my neck
Searching, Seeking the opening deserved
A space near my face she can enter
Each intermingling in perfection

She seeking a passage already passed
She prodding for an open door blindly
She may not realize
She _ has been inside me all morning

NEXT?
Why don't you look at early a.m. indigo
by: Scott Jacobs
from: Swampscott, MA, US

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