The playful mood lovers often find themselves in on the morning after a night of romance and passion. Often they wind up having each other for breakfast (if you know what I mean).
Day breaks
Through our window
I awaken to the warmth of the sun
On my face, eyes fluttering open
Nostrils flare, inhaling the scent
Of fresh coffee and you
Laying so close, my arm
Draped across your chest
Rising and falling with each peaceful breath
Waking lazily to spend
Another morning after with you
In the cozy little breakfast nook
Watching as you try so hard to concentrate
On the morning paper
Knowing that I am staring
Lovingly, and smiling
Over my steaming mug
As I recall the night before
I toss the corner of my toast
Over the top of the sports section
It plops into your juice and starts to sink
You lower the paper
And raise an eyebrow
Then with feigned outrage
Throw the paper to the floor
Like a naughty child I
Try to make my escape
The chase is on, back to our room
Where I will gladly take my punishment
©2010 – Andrea J. Shannon
A superb piece! I wonder what your punishment will be? 
A passionate poem 
Thanks to all of you for your comments. I suppose romantic with a pinch of naughty/sexy was what I was going for.
@heatblast – the punishment is left to the reader\\\’s imagnation.
Wow… Nice thoughts here
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