"a Morning Treasure"
The morning air blows through my room...
The curves of your back as it rides in tune...
Your radiant smile is my start of the day...
A morning back rub with no words to say...
Lifting sheets to a treasure so priceless...
A boy in a candy shop running so fearless...
The warmer you are the sweeter the taste.. .
From your lower back to your neck no part
done in haste...
Every morning with you is a dream covered
in peaches and cream...
From morning to night and all in between....
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010
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