"Beware the Ides of March,"
He said, somewhat arch,
She mumbled softly, stretching,
As the morning light made her so very fetching,
"Ides?" she queeried, still half asleep,
"Yes," he whispered, kissing her awake,
Parting her knees and driving deep,
"I'd kiss you, I'd wake you... for you I'd take..."
She smiles reaching to meet his kiss,
"I'd welcome, I'd spread,"
She drew him to her, her lips to his,
Her heels guiding...
His hips to hers,