Late Morning Coquetry

T'is the mildest whisper whistled upon my wake.
Warmer than the wasteful heat of mid-day.
Though softer than this poem's silvery song.

That delicate hand's journey to deep dimensions,
Offered love over shallow obsessions.
Darling, love blooms from sweeter pretensions!

The strokes of your small fingers sated men's desires.
If, this candied coquetry continues
From kisses to bites and misses and flights
Throw me sweet wine 'coz tommorow's just fine.