a lazy Sunday
basking in your touch
at last the one day
that I need so much
your lazy fingers
making my skin sigh
a tingle lingers
as you warm my thigh
a hazy rhythm
soaking up my brain
soothing rumbles of
the morning’s refrain
a hazy notion
as your fingers fly
what other wonders
in the future lie
my crazy concepts
simply drift away
no need for talking
let your fingers play
a crazy feeling
coming over me
this lazy day is
what life ought to be
your lazy fingers
clouding up my brain
your lazy fingers
drive a soul insane
Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2008
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