MAKING LOVE IN THE MORNING

in a taxi
while going
to work
is no small feat:
smelling the presence
of the woman
who sat there
before me
is intoxicating,
indeed.
Imagining
the spots
she placed
gently
her fingertips
to; her legs
so shapely--
a highway
to the gods
--underneath
nylons aching
to be touched;
a hint,
so sweet,
of mint
on her breath
as she nibbled
my lower
lip and pulled,
ever so slowly,
as she climbed
over me
to the sidewalks
curb.
I watched
as she walked
into the eyes
of others.

Not many days
have the flavor
of this one
even though
I get up
and out
most every day
and hail
many many
cabs.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2013