Lazy days...

I love those mornings,

waking up and rolling into

your arms,

that careless way,

you caress my thigh,

working your way up

to fondle my breast,

and whisper "good morning, sweetheart"

That look in your eye,

that tells me that you are mine,

and I am yours...

I am breathless with

anticipation at our "lazy days"

spent warming ourselves,

in the sunlight pouring through

the window.

Watching your love,

being etched into my body,

with an indelible ink,

that will never wash out of

your sheets.