Good Morning
This must be what it felt like when God breathed life into man or when Adam first saw Eve
We paint white sheets with vibrant colors, the bed is our canvas and love is the only art
Yawning with happiness leaving my morning breath
Looking to my left, I could watch you sleep all day as you lay with the glow of an angel or mornings first light
As innocence, beauty, and desire radiate from your soft kissed skin matching the sun rays
I fell asleep to the scent of your Aruba wave hair staining my pillows
With my arms holding you like a fall breeze clasping the deep red and orange leaves
Waking up to your head resting on my chest and my arm around your lower back
Your legs intertwined and over mine
Site slowly venting to your heavenly morning glimmers and your rosy morning fine
She moans Buenos Dias
p.s. I want you like just five more minutes…
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