Without thought

with first

breath, I

turn and

yearn for

your touch.


sunday morning

midnight stars

hidden away there

in your eyes,


I pray to

the morning

for you.


sunlight

slowly wakes

and crawls

like a

newborn

baby

across our bedroom

floor.


I can't wait

a moment

longer  to celebrate

this moment

with our first

morning

kiss.


your lips

taste of

honey

and sweet

necture and

lover's wet

memories

from

the night

before.


and this day

still finds

me drunk

in your

passion


and dancing

in  your

princess blue

eyes,


and with

your mouth

open and our

tongues light

and gentle

across and

around and

around

eachother's

desires..

again.


I think.

this must

certainly

be all that

love was

ever meant

to be.