Quickie Poetry: Mornings

by Erix

Sprawled.

Skin to skin.

Sweat and spit mixed

with sighs.

We move 

beneath 

the blanket, hiding

from the sun.

Lips yearning.

Tongues lashing.

We dance to the music

we hear

from our moans.

I taste your

mouth;

tequila.

and you taste

mine;

cigarettes.

The heat grows.

Morning stretches.

And more

than just the day

begins.