The Morning After

The morning after I held you in my arms.
After I cupped your breasts in my palms.
Like fragile cookie doe.
No regrets, I just hope you know.

After your mysterious eyes.
Led me to within your thighs.
Your charm suddenly became allure.
Deeper emotions, galore.

White sheets and bare skin.
From beneath your chin,
To between twins.
Past the deeply inhaled air in your chest.
Down to where sensation is best.
My tongue idled.
Proving to be not only to cast words.
But to cast her cheering sigh.
I'm shy but I do try.

Come once, come twice.
We consider two plus another brace.
No more being slowly nice.
Just the right price.
For me to stick my unmentionable through you.
Pillows shriveled in your arms.
No part of you was left untouched by my palms.

Come once, come twice..
Come noisy silence.
Breath became word.
And no exhale was left unheard.
My unmentionable suddenly enable.
Suddenly we shared heartbeat and thought.
We lay like we fought
Exhaustion and emotion.

The morning after.
After we made bitter sweet love.
After this heir we attempt to carve.
This night on the morning after.