SEXUAL POEM

Unlike the frantic performance sex that descends

After a night on the town

Morning sex is deliciously unpretentious, relaxing, and slow

With the dust of sleep still in your eyes

An arching back and a contented and effortless giggle

You toy with your lover

But why thou hast changed

Thy life and manly being become weak and could not stand

I suffered thy morning

Hoping the happiest time of my life

Producing a grin on your lover’s face

Before the new light of day has even touched thee

Afterward you join the sun of a Saturday morning

With a tranquil unsatisfied relish

A tray of toasted muffins appears with bitterness in the face

If there is a perfect way to start the day

Then, I haven’t discovered it yet.