Lazy Sunday

Such a good influence on me,
encouraging that I take relaxation seriously
naked under those covers,
I must pull them off
and admire you,
the gift of this world
ripe for my eyes
"don't rush off, baby!" you say
"not quite yet"
you beckon me back
and I crawl in with you
and slip myself into you
"that's better" you say
a pert nipple calls my mouth
as I push deeper
into your wetness
triggering a warmth
that I need to be reminded of
our lips together
forgetful of time
moving in harmony
to shake the race
of weekdays,
fighting of the conditioning
to bask in this connection
of cock in pussy
me in your bed,
"good girl", I say
"the chores can wait"