A Sunday Kind of Love

A Sunday Kind of Love


Spring is here, the days grow longer,
but still too short too waste away ?
it's Sunday morning, day of rest
no need to hurry, take your time
The dawn is breaking, sun is waxing,
the bed inside the window pane
two lovers held in sleeps sweet spell
but slowly they will start to waken,
their souls drift twixt their dreams and passion
will he rouse me, she softly wonders
will she respond, he asks himslf
two people who have love to burn
warmly laying neath the sun
snuggly laying neath the quilt
safely locked in loving arms
now eyes have opened, gazing at each other's face
smiles of joy, knowing looks promoting love
with tenderness and gentle hearts
dreams of hopes and future too
both clasped together oh so close
desires within require the deeds
of dedicated love & pleasure,
at first no words need be spoken
hands carress
lips that kiss
then whispered words
receptive ears
two lovers cloaked in joy & pleasure
fill their souls too bursting point
emotions ripple through their bodies
encased within a sheen of sweat
breathing quickly
tension rising
nerves are melting
thrills are mounting
erotic zones, they are tingling
pumping quickly, both together
satisfaction ever closer
erotic thrills are in their throats
grasping fingers pull them closer
holding tighter too each other
reflex motion tells it's tale
as loins thrust to nature's calling
past the point of no return
culminating in a surge with
love and trust that is exchanged
the deed complete with satisfaction
two people, with their love anointed
warm embrace, devoted kisses
relaxation comes to both
drifting back to lazy slumber
on a sunny sunday morn...........


© john nunn may 2003