I lie there next to you in the morning,
sun streaming in through curtains
casts soft highlights to your hair,
to your face and to all that is you.
Your sweet, soft lips shimmer in that sun.
The Sandman still works his way
with you, but I don't mind,
for these moments are mine.
For as you bask, yet, in slumber
in that morning sun, I bask
in the Morning Glory of you,
the shimmering lips the night before
I was lucky enough to have kissed,
the mussed hair from our slumber
and from holding you there
as I tasted those lips.
I gaze upon the sheets that cover you
in your slumber. Still naked beneath them,
lying on your side, the sun
leaves no doubt that thou art woman
as it presents to me the sensuous silhouette of you.
Such wondrous curves to entice a man
had worked their way with me and wrought
in me the passions of the night before.
But there's more to the Glory in that morning sun.
Sweet, sweet scent fills the air, still, stirred
by the heat of the rays that strike us,
much like the heat in ourselves
that wrought those scents. The honeysweet scent of the
woman that is you entices me still
as does the vision before me
and the knowledge of the woman within.
As you lie there in slumber, I brush
back the hair from your forehead
and plant just one kiss in remembrance,
remembrance of our midnight sun,
our night of sharing of ourselves, our hearts
and our passions with one another.
Bright, bold and beautiful our lovemaking,
like the sun that shines upon you now.
I could lie here for hours on end
gazing at you like this and thinking
of our night past, but desire, too, to awaken you
for more of the same...
but you will always awaken,
and once so, all of these moments that
I so treasure will be gone until another morn,
so I let you sleep instead.....
then my alarm goes off and I realize
that it was I who was sleeping,
not you...
Sweet Dreams
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