I waken to the screeching of cockatoos. <br />The sticky scent of jasmine fills the room. <br />Dawn's watercolor fingers touch the pillow. <br />It's been a long, hot night. <br /> <br />I press myself against your naked back. <br />You're cooler now than you were before, <br />when you were struggling to breathe <br />and pushed me away. <br /> <br />Your skin is smooth as soap this morning. <br />Your shoulders broad - familiar. <br />I smell the heavy rhythm of your breathing - <br />oblivious to my desire. <br /> <br />My skin is smarting from yesterday's sun. <br />My fresh haircut is shorter than ever. <br />I slip my fingers shyly between your legs. <br />My pulse quickens.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lusty-november-morning/
