Lustful Dreams

 Birds sing their

early morning melodies,

as tiny flowers

push

to the surface

and bloom

in warm, vivid

colors.
 

  Such a lazy,

quiet,

Sunday morning;

toying with inaccessible sleep,

bodies

wrapped around each other

like pretzels,

as sweat

cools

on soft,

silky,

angel skin;

lingering

in that

sweet embrace,

not wanting

to break

such a

magical spell.

 Where are you now

as I lie

in these

rose colored

dreams?