Fay Slimm.

Arousal

 

 

 

Arousal.

 

I Day
always try waking Night by gently kissing
his languid lips
with my first rays and by twining pale light

round his lazy reclining.

I sinuously creep into Night\'s prostrated
stillness, glide through his
dreams and seducing with finger-sleek
ringlet movements

I await his arousal.

Night without me would be inclined to
snooze morning away

but I Day
douse his passion for supine behaviour.

as my early fore-play urges less
inclination to yawn 
before sunrise when dark has to fall.

I draw in brighter breath
and whisper more tease by sliding

pink limbs between tight resistance

as fresh sky-blue dynamics surge desire
through my veins

and writhing with readiness 
I try raw insistence but then on failing

I Day 

impatiently push frigid Night straight

out of my bed.