Lusty November Morning - Poem by Alison Cassidy
I waken to the screeching of cockatoos.
The sticky scent of jasmine fills the room.
Dawn's watercolor fingers touch the pillow.
It's been a long, hot night.
I press myself against your naked back.
You're cooler now than you were before,
when you were struggling to breathe
and pushed me away.
Your skin is smooth as soap this morning.
Your shoulders broad - familiar.
I smell the heavy rhythm of your breathing -
oblivious to my desire.
My skin is smarting from yesterday's sun.
My fresh haircut is shorter than ever.
I slip my fingers shyly between your legs.
My pulse quickens.
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