Morning's Wake Up Call... A NiaG Poem
A caressing touch in the bend
Dare they start, should they begin
His fire rises between the sheets
One step further and their eyes meet
Tears roll down her warm face
Following the pattern of a familiar trace
Sexy giggles exchange aloud
Stomach trembling under a lustful cloud
Fingertips begin to touch
Hands combine with an intensified clutch
Uncontrollable breaths soon quiver
Pulses race quicker and quicker
Engulfed in heat and passion deep
Enough to ignore the wake-up alarm's beep