Good morning, Beautiful!
Never has a morning given me so much joy
To wake up to the warmth of your breath on my skin
The soothing waves of brown encompass me;
The sweet taste of chocolate heals me
So much beauty, too often overlooked.
The curves of your body -
From the heels of your feet
To the mold of your breasts
Enlighten me.
Beauty, it's morning!
I see but cannot fathom
The mixture of purity and pain,
Of strength and struggle
Lying beside me.
My black beauty, wake up!
Your ebony eyes slowly open
Become suddenly aware and able
To lead me to your depths
Where I drown in your selflessness and love.
My black beauty
I say, good morning!
My eyes tear away from yours
An unbearable moment until they find your lips
Those lips - full, luscious, so like my own
Lips others envy
Lips I'm blessed to press mine against
Powerful.
Beautiful.
My hands find their way to your mane
Fingers in awe as they mold themselves
Against curls tight, strands thick
Curving in impossible patterns;
Telling stories,
Hiding secrets.
Good morning, my love.
Our passion dances just beneath the surface
As those same fingertips taste your narrow waist;
Nibble at your widening hips;
Lick at your lovely legs.
I love these mornings...
Your beauty,
The puzzle piece to my imperfections.
And tomorrow I will wake up just to say
It's morning.