Something Borrowed

.
Fixing breakfast,
Wearing just his boxers,
same ones I tugged down
last night in frantic need

My breasts bared to the kitchen
cupboards,
marked by an over-exuberant
loving mouth

A smile on hearing his footfall,
his morning kiss to my neck from
behind
His hands encircling my tummy in
tight cuddle,
Warmth of his chest against my
back
Feeling his appendage firm
against those boxers I was wearing.

My heart double timing on
hearing his request for wanting
them back..now