The day had come before the sun had risen much, <br />its everlasting battle chasing fog and mopping dew <br />was underway when in the cottage there was sensuous touch <br />they stirred, limbs still entangled and the silken sheets askew. <br />Twas yet another special day, a countdown to true bliss <br />they'd met and fallen hard into a sea of Starbuck's fumes <br />she straddled him again and planted her most luscious kiss <br />straight from the innate overflow of her most private rooms. <br />He reached beneath the bed now with his left and idle hand <br />these are for you my LOVE, red hyacinths, thirteen <br />twas quiet now, a silence lovers understand, <br />then she invited him to where he just had been.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-morning-zweeinochtsich/
