Good Morning Poem by kevin mireles

Sunday coffee alongside
a crowded collection
of newspaper conversations.

Toasted bread scent
fills the bedroom,
The sunlight dresses
the night through
the bay window.

Sluggish and uncombed
for a few more
colorless articles.

Her naked skin teases
my morning sunrise.
Searching for sweet jelly,
between those
strawberry thighs.

I love this exhaling
sigh of the week;
Sundays, a little pure delight.