Friday, December 27, 2013

Poetry: Saturday Morning

Saturday Morning
©Mona Arizona, December 2013
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I can wait no longer
Ill content
unwilling to be patient
You've tented
the blankets, the pole pointing
ceiling ward
Knowing you, I suspect
you're already
long and thick and planning
your attack on my sweet
body lying, waiting,
for our sweat
to mingle once again

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