As you awaken on a gentle morning
with nothing demanding that you rise early,
just lie there, for the moment,
warm from the bed clothes,
and stretch, feeling your muscles
as they respond to your will, then relax,
and with your head back into your pillow,
revel in the awareness of yourself,
and allow yourself to quietly think
and daydream a bit, if you will…
Then take your fingers
and place them upon your lips,
and imagine, as you might,
that they are mine…
It’s all right to imagine that,
as you know that they will never actually be my fingers,
but you may play that it is for the moment,
and enjoy the thoughts that accompany it.
Were it my hand,
what would happen once my finger touched your lips?
Would it slip and slide into its warm moistness inside,
following it ’round, pushing it a bit, up and down and from side to side,
feeling your lips awaken full and supple?
Would my finger brush the surfaces of your teeth,
gently brushing against those crystalline marbles,
enjoying the flatness, the contours,
the moist and glassy feel of that prize?
Would my finger push gently further inside,
feeling the warmth of your opening mouth,
into the final embrace of your awaiting tongue?
Oh, be sure that your thoughts are not wrong –
how could they be, as you are only pretending,
only thinking about what will never happen,
but what would be so nice, could it happen.
You are safe in your thoughts,
and you may push your shoulders back into your pillow a bit,
as you allow your finger to slip from your mouth,
It is early morning, and you are not in a hurry