I know its late, but it’s a Sunday
a lazy sunny morning
after the stormy night yesterday
and all I want is to lie
right here beside you amongst the pillows
and nuzzle upto you
bury my face in your chest
and feel your warmth inching its way from
my heart to my toes
the aches and pains of the week
slowly melting away in your bear hug
and my world lighting up
with your smile
“aren’t you getting up?”, you ask
my eyes are stuck together with sleep
I’m not ready to let the world in yet
want to shut it out today
but you are persistent
i see you’ve been up before me
i smell the coffee in your breath
***i find coffee-flavoured lips
are quite addictive***
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
I know its late, but it’s a Sunday
a lazy sunny morning
after the stormy night yesterday
and all I want is to lie
right here beside you amongst the pillows
and nuzzle upto you
bury my face in your chest
and feel your warmth inching its way from
my heart to my toes
the aches and pains of the week
slowly melting away in your bear hug
and my world lighting up
with your smile
“aren’t you getting up?”, you ask
my eyes are stuck together with sleep
I’m not ready to let the world in yet
want to shut it out today
but you are persistent
i see you’ve been up before me
i smell the coffee in your breath
***i find coffee-flavoured lips
are quite addictive***
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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