Morning Sexy

a stray whisp of a breeze stirs cotton

curtains thinned from too many washes

rumpled sheets with dried reminders

of last nights passionate desires

under grandma’s scarlet bedspread

in the old cottage by the lake

she awoke to exploring fingertips

 his lips on her salty sweat dried skin

they’d made love as the sun brought morning

bodies intertwining over and over again

sated her voice sings with the dancing beads

of icy cold water from the showerhead

Blue Jays join her chorus now and then

the smell of ground coffee brewing

maple bacon on the old wood stove

her song ends as she stills the water

daybreak in their lover’s hideaway…