Morning

The eye came out –
A lust for scouting

Lips were swollen –
Geared for pouting

Over breasts
That hardly shouted
Loud enough
To catch the eye

That caught the curve
Traversing buttocks
Emphasising all that’s
Full and round
And smooth of skin

To usher in
The eagerness of closing palm
And animated fingers
Feeding on the flesh
To please

Then ease the legs

And seize the opportunity

To come inside
Another happy day.