Good Morning, Miss Moana! Poem by Bree Z Love

At 5 in the morning,
I was aroused by some unknown.
Sounds. Then, a tickle. I felt a slight erry,
so weird. I must be dreaming.
I tell myself.
I stare at the phone.
Half way in a realm, Wondering were you too, dreaming?
About all the things we'd shared on the phone.
I stare,
I laugh at your text.
I smile at what's next.
I Moan, because I know what's next.
We agree, laugh, smile, Moan.....
You're the best.
You say, in laughter "You're a Hot Mess! "
Yes, .....
I L.O.V.E You, without having to guess.
You love me, back.
Looking at the text,
Sex is more, than
Us
But, let's confess,
Together
We Create,
A Beautiful,
Mess.
More or Less,
It's 5 in the Morning...
And, I'm missing you.
Are you up too?