It's In The Morning Poem by Ardimus Caldwell

Here I sit
Watching before the eyes of an angle open
A awaken kiss to lips
Moring food greeting the noise with the side of juice
When done there's something left air
Something in the room making us take a time out
Touching and cresting our bodies on top of one another
Slowly pulling the sheets reading what your hiding
Rolling around in the sheets that kept us tight
Morning vibes taking control of us
As early as the sun could wake
A repeat of the night before but a different setting
Before the alarm clock tell us to be quite
No interuptions
Me and you all morning
Just us making the morning feel right
It's the Morning