Sometimes Poem by Beth Bailey

Sometimes, during the monotony of the day,
A thought will ascend from somewhere hidden,
And break to the surface of my conscious mind.

You're in my bed.
Your skin against my skin.
Your face above my face.
I arch my body up to kiss you.
The faint taste of salt excites my tongue as my lips first reach your neck.
Then your lips find mine,
And the kiss takes on it's own hungry momentum,
Separate from the steady rhythm of our bodies.
The longing finally yielding to the ecstasy, so deep,
So deeply.

Then I snap out of it.