We made love in the afternoon <br />The warm sun radiating through curtains <br />Gently drawn <br />Bodies naturally warm and glowing <br />Snuggling into crisp sheets <br />We made love in the afternoon <br /> <br />Then toast and jam, toast and crumbs in the bed <br />I read you Shelley, you quoted Keats <br />We talked and laughed gently in our touching <br />Feeling decadent and so special <br />So inspired with our thoughts and dreams <br /> <br />But then as dusk crept in and the world <br />Came home from its labours <br />I realised that our moments only felt so alive <br />When compared to the tide of dulled conformity <br />Where every minute is filled with the pap of life <br />And quiet is shunned and expression feared <br /> <br />So sad - to feel such a rebel just by living in the now <br />Hmmm.... But so great <br />To make love in the afternoon<br /><br />Shaun William Hayes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-the-afternoon-5/
