Morning Memories
In the early morning as we stroll
Still reveling in the warm glow
In our minds trying to recapture
The details of our evening’s rapture
Walking on the path just me and you
The morning mist enhancing the dew
You arms strong, your lips so tender
The touch of your hands made me surrender.
The initial suggestion of a slight hesitancy
Replaced by a fervent, insatiable need for intimacy
I found myself crying out in complete dismay
As I experienced my own fireworks display.
It seemed endless this rocket’s red glare
As I held you deeply within me there.
I found myself beginning to shudder
Like a ship in the ocean without a rudder.
As I lay there in desperation gasping
I found myself finally grasping
What heretofore I could only dream
Was this my voice I heard scream?
“OH GOD OH GOD oh my merciful Deity
Do you think we could do this again, you and me?”
I had never before witnessed perfection
Until once more I looked in his direction
With lips and tongue I gave him new life
Until he screamed as if struck by a knife.
Into slumber we both succumbed
Both of us one hundred percent numbed.
But sleep is interrupted by an ancient longing
This is accompanied by some heavy breathing.
His snoring has stopped, he is now fully awake
I’m conscious too and have adjustments to make.
Like soldiers at the march we plunge ever onward
Deeper and deeper in search of our reward.
When finally, at last the bugler sounds taps
We are worn out completely and simply collapse.
© Tim D. Culey