Friday morning <br />Early, still dark <br />A magpie warbles prettily <br />You roll towards me <br />And squeeze my rump <br />Possessively <br /> <br />A kookaburra laughs <br />Followed by another and another and another <br />You chuckle <br />And place my hand firmly <br />Between my legs <br /> <br />My heart rate changes <br />As you harden against me <br />And, back to belly, we take <br />The first slow steps <br />In our pavane of love <br />No vivace <br />Not yet <br /> <br />That comes later...<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friday-morning/
