Sunday, March 23, 2014

Morning

Early morning stillness refreshing
In its inimitable solitude and quiet
Mug warming my hand as the aroma
Wafts up to enliven my senses
Yearning to have you beside
Languidly stretching as you wake
Smooth, fragrant skin sliding across my leg
As you burrow in to the crook of my arm
Enjoying those final moments of sleep.

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