Poem of the Day

Hey, I was in the mood for poetry. Even if it was my poetry. I wrote this about 10 years ago (Sept 1998).

Happiness is a state of being in which one feels
characterized by good fortune and marked by pleasure….
Soft kisses, wispy as moonlight,
Then rest quietly
Against my breast as the shimmering caress
The sweet-plump curve of my hip—once, twice,
And the game is up.

I stretch and groan, my belly stretching
Into me, his morning stubble raking in a teasing nuzzle
Down the slope of my neck…and
His teeth graze
Wantonly along the rise of my breast, nipping delicately.
And he pauses there until I open my
Eyes and smile, my hands reaching to cup his face
Between my palms, one leg creeping to curve over his hip.
His smile is voracious, carnivorous even…and he
Pounces, kitten-like, his silky hair tousled across his brow
And his muscles rippling…he smells of bedsheets and nights unbridled
And moments tender-rough…and I tug at his shoulders until he collapses
Mockingly into
A heap on top of me, laughing as he rolls me
Above him, my hair teasing as it spills around
Us. His hard warm hands
Rub up my back and curve firmly over my shoulders, tilting me as he
Drawing a slow wet kiss on my midriff.
The morning light dims and the bedrooms walls fuzz at their edges,
As we melt languidly into the bedsheets…and his fingers
Begin their roguish romp, sliding down and down, and I open my eyes
To see his impish salacious smile—and I laugh joyfully,
Thinking….
Happiness is a state of being in which one feels
Characterized by good fortune and marked by pleasure.
Ah, ‘tis true, ‘tis true.

P.S. Here's your quote of the day: "If you don't think sin is fun, you haven't been committing the right sins."--Billy Graham (attributed)