Good Morning - Poem by kevin mireles
Sunday coffee alongside
a crowded collection
of newspaper conversations.
Toasted bread scent fills the bedroom,
The sunlight undresses the night
through the bay window.
Sluggish and uncombed
for a few more
Her naked skin teases
my morning sunrise
Searching sweet jelly,
between those strawberry thighs.
I love this exhaling
sigh of the week;
Sundays, a pure delight.
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