ROMANCE: "THE MORNING FOUND US KISSING" BY MAURICE CHIADZWA

Her skin smells like lavender

I just wanna send her

My lips on her soft skin

Lick her throat and bite her chin

I rub my nose onto her chest

Yeah, this face is looking for a nest

My kisses make her scream, "Maurice..!"

She just tastes like living cookies

She screams and giggles

To my smoochies and tickles

Her warmth in some cool sheets

She mumbles chocolates and sweets

Sweet morning scent define her

And she pulls me closer with flair

Her lips in my mouth, me in her arms

Drunk like love is of the rums

My body on her, hers sliding back to me

There is no place I'd rather be

The sun rays break through the curtains

Makes the place look like a heaven

And gives her hair a glow

Then she pulls me like she wants more

Her body rocks beneath mine

Her fingers tickle down my spine

Smooching her ribs to her lips

Massaging her thighs to her hips

She pulls me, puts goggles aside

She shivers, says "Stop... Look outside"

I don't wanna stop, but she sighs stop again

Then I see what she meant, Oh Man.

The sun is already shining bright

While me and her were up all night

I rest my head on her thinking

The morning sun found us kissing. 

© MAURICE N. CHIADZWA

- Zimbabwe 

The poet persona says passionate words to his woman. The voice enjoys all the romantic moments with this feminine figure and spills it enjoyable. The bard is never going to get tired of his love.