It's 9 AM on a weekday
I'm going to play hooky and stay
Lounge on the bed like I have all day
Skin against the sheets, hair tumbling in waves
The smell of freshly brewed coffee with a hint of caramel
Awakens my senses and I stretch luxuriously
I see the source, a steaming cup of bliss
Delivered with a shy smile and a sweet kiss
You lead me by the hand
Out of your cabin in the woods
I find on a warm wooly blanket
Some china, silver, and crystal set for two
You start tickling me, like a devilish five year old
I retaliate with glee and abandon
Running around until we fall to the ground
The beating of our hearts, the only sound
We spend the afternoon talking and building dreams
Around us fall the red and golden leaves
Wishing for fireworks to light our clear sky
A magic shroud for where unicorns lie
We end the day with your head on my lap
My fingers through your hair as you take a nap
As I write a poem of what you mean to me
And this easy breezy day, just for you and me
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
It's 9 AM on a weekday
I'm going to play hooky and stay
Lounge on the bed like I have all day
Skin against the sheets, hair tumbling in waves
The smell of freshly brewed coffee with a hint of caramel
Awakens my senses and I stretch luxuriously
I see the source, a steaming cup of bliss
Delivered with a shy smile and a sweet kiss
You lead me by the hand
Out of your cabin in the woods
I find on a warm wooly blanket
Some china, silver, and crystal set for two
You start tickling me, like a devilish five year old
I retaliate with glee and abandon
Running around until we fall to the ground
The beating of our hearts, the only sound
We spend the afternoon talking and building dreams
Around us fall the red and golden leaves
Wishing for fireworks to light our clear sky
A magic shroud for where unicorns lie
We end the day with your head on my lap
My fingers through your hair as you take a nap
As I write a poem of what you mean to me
And this easy breezy day, just for you and me
