monday morning

Here on my
monday morning couch
you pinch my soul
I say 'ouch',
You do a
monday morning dance
and remove
my PJ pants,

I enjoy
the view of you
wonder, again
about us two,
Our mutual loves our joys
our passion
our like of minimalistic
fashion,

Manifested in
naked frolic
sophisticated yet
bucolic,
The morning comes
the morning goes
and we still haven't
found our clothes,

So, this morning
naked, each
our bliss our fears
in easy reach,
Again you arouse me
with your teasing
and say 'let's start a fire
I'm freezing...'