Missing In My Dreams Poem by George Samuel

I need you in the morning,
When fresh flowers rise,
Warm through sunshine,
Before the shadows hide from burning,
Early as the dew to dryness turning.

When the covers desperately fly apart,
Revealing smooth, hairy skin,
Through the window, there its starts,
Looking so high, with last night wine,
Taking from the depths of my heart.

Soft, When I felt your touching,
Makes me craving with yawning,
Closer with a whisper in my ear forming,
Aching with agape loving,
Charming me as I keep beholding.

Singing with all my voice for you,
At love's confession, the sky is blue, Looking up to find the signs are true,
Far away the stars can queue,
Up, with lovers sticking without glue.