Good Morning Droppings

Posted: 28 November, 2011 in Daily Droppings, Other
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Not sure what is up with the poetry lately, but here’s another one. Please note this was written under heavy influence of wine and oxytocin.

 

This morning I woke up and I knew the day would be special

Now to the casual observer it might not be perceptible why this day was different and maybe it wasn’t, as far as you could tell

But I knew this day was special because Today when I woke up, my tea was just the right temperature.
So was my shower, and the pressure was too.
My temperamental toaster decided that today would be the day to make my toast just hot enough to melt butter, but not burn it black
My cereal stayed crunchy until the last bite
Even my bacon tasted better… if that’s possible

Or maybe none of these things happened, maybe it just felt that way because

When I woke up this morning I fell in love

With what?, you ask. Well I’ll tell you

This morning I woke up and I fell in love with the drool pooling next to your mouth.
Because it reminded me of how much I love that same saliva on me. On my lips, my neck, my nipples… my nethers

This morning I woke up and I fell in love with that smudge of eye make up on the pillow
Because it reminded me of how sexy it is when you make those Lady Gaga type designs with it and how it makes me want to put your hands hands hands above your head head head and show you my teeth.

This morning I woke up and fell in love with that pock mark near your nose that probably came from a picked pimple or a chicken pox
Because it reminded me of how much you must have grown up since then and there’s nothing sexier than a woman who has her shit together

This morning I woke up and I fell in love with that freckle on your lip
Because it reminds me of the ones on your arm that kinda look like the big dipper and it turns me on to remember that my lover is made out of the same stuff as stars.

And then you turned over and let out a belch and I fell in love with that too
Because it reminds me that you belch way better than anyone else I know and even though you’re smart and sophisticated I not so secretly find your 12-year-old sense of humor sexy

And then your scratched yourself (you know where) and I fell in love with that
Because it reminds me of all the times you’ve made a shitty day better just by scratching my back or touching my hand.

And then you turned over and I fell in love with the underwear that was twisted up in your crack
Because it made me think of when you get out of the shower and I can just see the bottom of your butt under towel and I can’t wait to make you dirty again.

This morning I woke up and fell in love with the little beads of sweat dripping from your armpit
Because It makes me think of my favorite ways that you get sweaty

This morning I woke up and I fell in love with the ink stains on your finger tips
Because it reminds me of your art and how passionate you are about it and seeing you give a fuck turns me on

This morning I woke up and I fell in love with a few hairs that you missed (I won’t say where they were)
Because it reminds me of your heritage and your favorite band and how sexy you are when you’re dancing even if no one else is

This morning I woke up and I fell in love with the blisters on your feet
Because it reminds me of how strong you are

 

This morning I woke up and I fell in love with all the things I still don’t know about you because it turns me on to think about how much there might be.

But most of all.

This morning was special because it was a lot like yesterday’s morning and the one before that and hopefully tomorrow’s.

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