Idiosyncratic Routine

I think it's the start
of a beautiful day
when the robots have all gone home
and away,
and the sunlight sneaks in
through the blinds and cracks; your eyelids part to find the calm of her back.
You lick your lips, they split to press against her skin,
as you watch her warm chest
rise and fall.
Rise And Fall
to the side and you can't help but smile and sigh.
And you can feel her goosebumps rise.
Your fingertips draw lines
and pictures on her skin;
you wrap your arms around her
where the hourglass grows thin,
and it fits just like a key
as you fall into her smooth and naked body.
You kiss her neck to taste the sweat
as you watch her warm chest
rise and fall.
Rise and Fall
to the side
And you can't help but smile and sigh,
and every thing's alright.
Her faint lips part to breath your breathe
and you watch her, watch her
Watch her smile.

July/Nov. '06