A Few Things

There are a few things that bring me home, he said
Your lustrous lips and breakfast in bed

You wake up in the morning and walk away from me
Hastily tying your hair up but bodily esprit

The naked spine carrying the night’s battle scars
So much pleasure is a sin sometimes
So put me behind bars

You pause, you turn your head back to blow me that cute kiss
Such incredible power you have over me, miss

I stroke the sheets and the heat that still lingers
And memories of last night when I caress your fingers

There are few things that bring me home, he said
I become the child again and you bring breakfast in bed!