17.3.14 Morning Sex Scandal

She’ll hear each step as the floor boards creak
As I creep upon her life a predator
She’ll lay, a prey willing to be taken

Roll over and smile
As she hears my steps come closer
I tried not to wake her with smell or sound
since we were up all night
but the late morning sun
smell of cooked food
and sound of lover coming back to bed

Overpowered the smell of sweat and ecstasy
deafened the echoes of last night’s growls and screams
Remembered the scratches and bites
of bed time’s play of many acts

The morning seemed fake
Like a politician trying to hide
The fierce sex scandal hidden behind it
when their eyes met there was a spark
of remembering how they were one last night

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