Almost ready

The morning touch of her skin
Coffee
And she lets me in
Sitting on a sofa
Reading a girlish magazine
About how to attract a guy
I have to laugh
She says she's almost ready.
But I don't mind a wait
She's cluttered.
Shiny objects hoarded
Like a magpie making a new nest
After the winter dies and my migratory
Feathered friends return
To see what winter left them.
She walks into the room naked
Says why don't we stay in today
She tears my shirt off me
The burn of my skin alive
The touch of my hand on her back
Sending shivers down her spine
I kiss her neck
Bite her bottom lip
Just enough
Already she's almost there
Panting ragged gasping breaths
Like a sprinter just finishing a race
But she's just getting started
I'm just getting started
She always finishes first
I'm a marathoner
She sure can sprint