The Tease 3 Poem by james d nall,jr

Waking up on a sunday morning early
I run my fingers through your hair, so curly!
Looking at your little girl smile, so very sweet
I think of last night, when last our lips did meet
Watching your breasts rise and fall in your sleep
Not moving or making a sound while you dream so deep
The love in my eyes couldn't be measured
As I look at you, the one that I treasure
Suddenly you turn, rolling into my arms
Still fast asleep, I drown in your charms
Tracing the curve of your breast lightly with fingertips
You press closer to me, A gentle kiss on my lips
Our bodies both flush with yearning desire
Seeming filled with an all consuming fire
Lust is on its way to being satisfied
Pleasure brings out our individual cries
You know sometimes it should be a crime
When both hit the peak, at the same time
Lying together not making a peep
We fall into that satisfied sleep