Bring back those perfect, slow mornings
A stillness to the environment rivaling
An ancient church, devoid of human activity
Nothing on the agenda but your legs in my lap
Soft skin on my fingertips, lightly touching
Seeing your radiant smile play across your face
As you catch me looking at you, breath caught
Up in my chest while my heart dances and sings
Those languorous, languid, and lazy mornings that
Make the coffee taste better and fill me with bliss
To linger, to tarry and simply bask in the slow morning
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