Morning Desires
Morning Desires
I desire to wake up next to you,
Half smeared with your love.
LOVE,
Love of the arousing touch of your euphoric fingers.
Words spoke of mercy on the floor,
Keeping the keenness to go to my knees
And scream of more & more.
The morning of not kisses but more of biting my lips.
The morning of faster-unbuttoned clothes & glee whine.