Mid-Morning Passion

There's a knocking on the door,
but our clothes are scattered on the floor.
My face is buried in your chest,
Dubious hands stroke your curves as we rest.
Afterglow embraces us, two lust-stricken beings.
The auburn couch was claimed in yearning.
A meow from Harn awakens me.
To the lives we lead outside of this glee.
Your hands massage my backside through furious moans.
The thought of leaving, handing me inopportune groans.
I kiss your chest with a nuzzling of my face,
and once again, I know our hearts both race.
For the passion we shared just hours ago.
It's striking noon, simply all I know.
I wonder if this love is everlasting?
The sharing of this warmth, never ending?
Your subtle kisses upon my head
remind me that it's not dead,
the flames of burning romance,
especially in our passionate 'dance'.