Good Morning Baby

Sleepy smiles,
One long feline stretch,
Arms reach over head,
Fingers tangle in the headboard cut outs.

Creamy naked flesh greets the rays of sun,
Her body undulates on the silk sheets,
In remembrance of her lover,
A satisfied whimper escapes her swollen lips.

He was ardent last night,
Passionate with His surges in her body,
Possessive in the claiming of His woman,
Secure in the knowledge that for the moment she was His.

There was a delicious ache between her thighs,
Silk ropes had them spread and suspended,
Open to His ministrations,
Freedom for her to let go.

Bruises adorn her body,
Evidence of the climatic crests they reached,
Countless imprints of His teeth,
Proof of His Ownership.

The body next to her stirs,
Her center quickens with desire,
Nipples erect and needing His attention,
Wanting to feel the sharp teeth of the clips once again.

A blunt hand is splayed on her stomach,
Sure fingers tease the small thatch of hair,
Blessing them both with a loving smile He speaks,
“Good morning baby, got a kiss for Daddy?”