On Sunday Morning
Possess
have
hold
enjoy
control
dominate...
Baby choose your verb
this Saturday night I intend
to explore so very many of them...
You taste sweet
like oranges
liquid sunshine in my mouth...
Let us drink from the fountain of love
where every drop
is eternal passion...
Let us supernova
creating new worlds
as we crash into one another
upon the soft surface of my mattress
a cloud in the darkness
our bodies falling together like rain...
Let us be animals
as animals
don't know sin...
I LOVE you
that is a beginning
that is the end
that is everything...
On Sunday morning
brown and silky soft
Sermon
of your skin...
The altar
of your hair...
The goddess curve
of your hips
will have me
speaking
in tongues...
~ ~ ~
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2014
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