No appointments Sunday morning,
Except the one in bed-
To hold and groom my love,
to glide next skin to skin,
breath in our breaths
and share our lips,
to drown long moments in his eyes
and tell him its him I love.
No appointments Sunday morning…
© GayUganda 14 Oct. 07
Totally sweet poem, but terribly depressing to lonely hearts!
Sunday morning, sleep in... recover from last night escapades... And thank goodness aint on stranger next to me!
Gay Uganda! am totally with Sasha's first line on this.
Bugger, had a line-in all alone.
Will not even log in with my name for. Enjoy your sunday
I meant 'lie-in' not line-in...what's that anyway?
Dear Lonely hearts,
take heart. Of course I do not write about the fights, and the quarrels and misunderstandings. When we get those, somehow, poems dont seem to flow!!!!!
But it is great to wake up to someone in your bed, and hug and hold him. Yeah, that is great. And to make up after the quarrels.
Was someone asking why we all want to get hooked up?
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