© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre

Promising breeze
billowing these curtains
as we lie in
Our bed  

Your
lazy Sunday morning
kisses dress me
in desire.  

Listening to the stillness
of the world
outside,
I welcome the feel
of your lips
on my hot skin
relishing
how your mouth
latches onto my breast  

sigh…  

how divine,
to feel your thigh
between my legs – leaning in
pushing me
to that place  

with no words,
only moans
to let you know
how I feel  

only sighs
to tell you it’s right  

only
whimpers
to say
how much I’ve needed You  

as Your
strong hands
run down this body
you whisper
wishes
in my ear  

and my
back arches,
this wetness
grows  

with the Sun
keeping track
of these errant hours
on this lazy
Sunday
afternoon.