Morning Time
Little kisses on your neck...
Small shivers not to correct...
Gliding fingers down your back..
Oh sweet love we never lack..
Bodies drenched in their own rain...
A morning breeze still can't tame...
Eyes that mirror all the same heart...
A Saturday morning wonderful start...
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