Morning Lust Poem by John Firhill

When morning lust in me arise
and heart goes bump-a-thump
My thoughts go south and fantasize
About your firm and lovely rump

The night was long and dreams were good
We spooned so tight, all night through
So, again I wake with morning wood
from thoughts of making love to you

I dreamed of strawberries, hard but sweet
delicious, wet and juicy lips
and that which makes it all complete;
your shaking knees and thrusting hips