Sunday Morning
Sunday morning shadows floating cross the room
golden morning sunbeams dancing on the wall
Sunday morning touching lightly slowly touching
laying in my tangled Sunday morning bed
as my hands slowly ever so lightly
touch your smooth warm flesh
touching with all my tenderness
from head to toe they search to find
the hidden corners of your mind
in my tangled Sunday morning bed
touching places that have
never been touched like this before
in the early morning shadows
softly laying touching in my
tangled Sunday morning bed
Dennis Davis
Sept. 2004
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