Poetry

When morning lust in me arise
and heart goes bump-a-thump
My thoughts go south and I fantasize
About your firm and lovely rump
 
The night was long and sleep was good
We spooned so tight, all night through
So, again I wake with morning wood
From dreams of making love to you
 
I long for your strawberries, hard but sweet
delicious, wet and juicy lips
and that which makes it all complete;
your shaking knees and thrusting hips