I want to be there in the morning,
to feel you stir in the naked heat,
and hear you moving in the sheets.
I would watch your face wake,
see you deliver yourself from a dream,
and I'd notice something new about your eyes.
I want to be with you in the morning,
to breathe in your bed scent,
and feel your velvet breasts sticking to my back.
You would curl your body around mine like a beautiful sound,
and we would whisper for no reason;
the sun would fly in through the window and hum around the room.
I'd want to kiss you awake in the morning,
I'd have no patience left.
We'd have wider mouths and slower tongues,
and we'd revolve them around inside each other.
Then you'd say we should get some breakfast,
and I'd say we have enough here to last us until lunch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An absolutely beautiful story unwinding… great write… better then a 10… a definite 11