Poetry by Jeff Green


Sunday Morning

by cricketjeff on August 26, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Sunday morning, silently, I slip beneath the sheet.
Shortbread biscuits cups of tea and you.
You do not raise your eyelids but you smile when four lips meet,
Two open arms and I know what to do.

Naked bodies intertwine and love is satisfied
While lust is left to finish on its own,
Then wrapped inside each others arms we drink the tea supplied
Before I can extract another moan.

Sunday mornings always should be filled with love and lust
And nakedness and cups of morning tea.
I’ll never miss a chance to show you all the things I must
And then, again, I’ll give you all of me.