--- title: Steam Rising date: 2025-08-20T09:07:39Z modified: 2025-08-20T09:07:39Z permalink: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/steam-rising/" type: post status: publish excerpt: "" wpid: 4594 categories: - Love Poems featured_image: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/08/quiet-Sunday-mornings.jpeg" featured_image_alt: quiet Sunday mornings author: Praveen Kumar timestamp: 2025-08-20T09:07:39Z tags: - Love Poems --- I wrote this poem thinking about those quiet Sunday mornings when we are alone together. There is something about the way you move around our kitchen that makes my heart race. I wanted to capture that feeling when the simplest moments between us become electric. ![quiet Sunday mornings](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/08/quiet-Sunday-mornings.jpeg) quiet Sunday mornings your fingers trace the rim of your cup, steam rises between us like unspoken words, i watch you sip slowly, deliberately, [morning light](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/morning-light.md) makes your skin glow; you set the cup down with a gentle clink, our eyes meet across the small table, your [smile tells](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/last-nights-dream.md) me everything i need, my pulse quickens like monsoon rain; you rise and walk toward me, hips swaying like temple bells, your saree falls just right, i’m already reaching for you; our bodies fit like puzzle pieces, your breath warm against my neck, we move together like ocean waves, everything else disappears completely; afterwards we lie still and quiet, your head rests on my chest, the tea has gone cold but we don’t care, this is how love tastes best.