Waking mornings when the

Sun comes up

Savouring parts of an erotic dream

Rolling sideways sensing one’s


Wishing one’s Muse to be in bed

While stretching supine and

Opening up one’s zipped up top

Embrace the sweetheart’s presence

Feeling her heated body

Skin to skin

Nude to nude

Rub to rub and stroke to stroke.

The wishful union physically


The scent of love cut with

The flower’s life

But in the mind’s garden of Eros

Everything’s still possible

And the loving union renewed








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