Good Morning Poem by Kevin Mireles

Sunday coffee alongside
a crowded collection
of newspaper conversations.

The scent of toast
saturates the bedroom,
as the sunlight envelopes
the night through the bay window.

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

Ravished and uncombed
for a few more colorless articles.
I love this exhaling
sigh of the week.
Sundays, a pure delight.