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Click hereWe are lovers of the early hours
Making our way to each other at daybreak
Before the city groans dinosaur roars
When the songbirds first break rest
Chirping in a new day while
Squirrels scamper on tree limbs across electric wires
The only humans awake are dog walkers
of tiny chihuahuas and fat bull dogs
And I find you fresh and ready
Nude as a green grape
Your melon breasts tumbling from your bathrobe
Quickly I pile my folded cloths beside your bed
Your sex warm and wet to my close shaved face
A balm I will wear as proudly as if one of those gay
handsome models peddling scent from the glossy magazines
Your clitorus is a rose bud that I taste with long licks and kisses
This morning you are quick to orgasm, once twice, now headed to a third
I press my missile home, as if the baton of a symphony conductor gone wild
and bring on the third as your breathing once more quickens
“Yes baby, yes,” as I enter and recede, my arms around your buttocks
squeezing your flesh until that ripe moment when we merge in delightful harmony
I stay inside you until we hear doors slamming, cars starting
the traffic from the nearby highway filled with commuters, a lone dog barking
I disengage and you rise to sitting position,
watching me as I quickly wash my sex and face,
knowing I will carry your sacred scent for hours
as indelible as a tattoo
the perfume of lovers that they don’t sell on 5th Avenue