I’ve mowed the lawn, had to do it twice,
Mmmmmmmmmm…..Now, that’s nice!
You know I love to cuddle you from behind,
Then you can feel me, see me in kind,
I know it’s Sunday morning, you’re busy with the cooking,
OK, hahahah, I’ll watch where I put my feet, sorry,
Wasn’t looking,
Love nuzzling your neck like this,
Feeling fine hairs on my lips as I give it a light kiss,
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear,
That lovely little sigh from you I hear,
The smell of your hair,
Just makes me tremble, feel soft, I don’t care,
Now, you’re just turning round,
Don’t think my feet are still touching ground,
Your arms around me like this,
No other word for it, just heavenly, your returned kiss,
And, as hand in hand we leave the kitchen, through the door,
Can’t help thinking to myself……
This is what Sunday mornings are really for!