Yet Another Sunday Morning

Slow sun rises

With gentle caresses

Fingers laced in

Auburn tresses

Roaming hands

And tender kisses

Targets teased

With hits and misses

Carried away

In magical trances

Waltzing together

Our passionate dances

Riling responses

Of blissful laughing

As light streams in

And coffee wafting

But breakfast, clothes

And chores won’t find worth

Till we finally drift

Back down to Earth


3 responses to “Yet Another Sunday Morning

  1. Very, very nice! I like your style Scott ~ you take me there….. ~*~ Magic! ~*~

  2. I have a vivid imagination while writing on a suspended poetic license.

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