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.