Sunday morning bliss

You were passion
An unexpected gift
Turning my Sunday morning into bliss
Sweet kisses on my neck
That made me pant and moan
Your manly hands on my womans body
Stripped me naked on my bed
Fully clothed you lay next to me
Eyes closed, secret smile on your lips
Your hand traced my hip and thigh
Then you were kissing me, passionately
Till my head was tilted back
Your hand came up to cup my head protectively
No other man had ever done that
The parting was sweet, a promise to do it again
One late night, there you were
My passion, my unexpected gift
Saying I would be cute in a cardinals jersey
Touching my body at 2 AM
Still hot from being woken out of bed
Tracing my collarbones so lightly
The hours we ticked away till dawn
Then less then a week later, there you were again
My passion, my unexpected gift
Sound asleep on my bed
My legs over yours an arm on your tummy
Not sleeping
WOndering.....
WHen did I start feeling
Something more then passionate affection for you?
Wanting to shake you awake
Make my torture end
Wanting to stay and continue my morning bliss
You stirred so gently
I rolled over to hide the emotion in my eyes
My heart felt different when you moved inside me
Our morning sex was so good
Wanting you to stay
My heart afraid to say what it wanted
Months went by before you came round again
I had asked for sometime
TO sort out what I was feeling inside
Then suddenly, January afternoon
There you were coming up my stairs
My passion, my unexpected New Years gift
Feeling so akward...happy, sad
WOndering if today I was just a fuck for you
COnvenient
Kissing,touching---so familiar to me
I asked you to stay when you had to go
You had somewhere more important to be
You will never know that I sat there
Wrapped in a quilt for half an hour
At the top of my stairs and cried
Dragged myself back to bed
And cried some more
These days we do not talk
My passion, my unexpected gift
I try not to think
And not to care
But it is hard
Because after you
It is hard sleeping in this bed alone