It’s so hard to leave

when you’re lying there,

almost bare, supine, divine,

with soft warm thighs

and deep wide eyes.

Lips that part invitingly,

inviting me to stay a while,

to kiss your smile

and tour the contours of your skin.

To draw you in with eager hands.

To feel you, hold you,

let my arms enfold you.

To mend the schism

wrought by my decision

to get up and out of bed today

instead of stay

and play with you,

a game of words

that leaves me breathless,

strips me speechless,

submersed in the sublime,

removed from time,

panting, warm,

and satisfied.