I Love To Wake Up With You (poem)

I Love To Wake Up With You

The way he walks, the way he laughs
The way his tongue tip comes out of his lips
Makes me long to taste the buds
Of his sweet, sweltering, insatiable lust
And hold my naked, honest flesh
In his strong, capable but oh so gentle hands.
As the fat of my ass oozes
Through his truthful, 'want you' grip
And fingers tip and lovers tiff and kiss
And make out and make up
And not quite wake up
In that soft-focus vermilion glow
That burns brighter and longer
Than every dawn of any day.
I love to wake up with you.

by Imelda May