wood

As My eyes open

my body starts 

each pound in my chest repeating in my ears

a warm wrap around my waist

his molasses exterior

sweetens my morning

with each thrust

and out of my lips

a praise for humanity

kissing my neck

the rustling leaves are the soundscape

linen sheets are our landscape

my body is his breakfast

and the colors of ooh ahh and yes

are painted across my breast

a panting overdue 

and as I see gold

he say "Good Morning"