Sunday Morn
An alluring lazy day,
that sweet intensity
The love between us.
A force. An energy.
Too strong to be ignored,
magnetic in its pull
it forges souls together.
Never are we bored
no matter how long
we lounge and make love.
We're wrapped up in our trance,
a kiss is like a dance.
My tongue as it explores
every inch of your pores
tantalized by your smell,
always wanting more.
Your body says it all,
responding to my touch,
Your breath caressing me,
so tender and sincere.
So deeply we connect.
Our world to be explored
in the womb of our bed
on a quiet Sunday morn.
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