Friday, 14 November 2014

Silly Morning Poem

Your weight settles on the bed
Giving gentle kisses in the din
Wrapping warmth around me
That you have to leave is a sin

Work can wait
Please don’t go
Let’s lay here
And wake up slow

Our morning ritual
Practiced, tried and true
Predawn embraces
Perfection crafted by you

Spoiled only by the fact
That I have to pee
After you tucked me in
So beautifully

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