Sunshine backlights the golden bedroom curtains

Somewhere children yell and scream,

Standard Sunday morning

Sleep sanded eyes gaze pettily

Upwards, aggravation in mind as

Semi erection flops on his thigh,

Uselessly reminding

Of last evening’s plaintive ‘Too tired.’

Rejected, on Saturday’s traditional

Love-night, was untenable.

But now,

Did the mattress just dip?

Unexpected fingers stroke

So gentle, her gossamer touch

Like trailing cobwebs

Over tensing belly. Is it her guilt?

Her wish to be forgiven?

Should she be given response?

Something once semi-erect

Is fluttered over by

Butterfly wings, and then,

 Lifted, caressed and hardened

Question answered, as heartbeat quickens.

More fingers, and they,

Close on his,

Selecting one finger to guide  

And subtly place

In that groove, familiar,

Wet and willing

And that nub, already

Rising like an eager seedling

Just one touch

So ready is she

Her groans and her pull

On his hardness, informs him

No foreplay this day

Settling firmly between parted thighs.

All questions now erased

Slowly entering, he views

That dear face, lips parted,

And dark eyes clouded,

He thrusts, to rejoice                             

As she matches his pace

Mutually, as ever, they reach for

That point of union divine

That world where only they exist                            

And getting there,                             

Together is sublime.

He sees now

Love taken coldly is worthless, while

Warm love, unexpected, is gifted

As it comes direct from the heart.