Morning skies
Streaked with feathered clouds,
My eyes open to the light
Free of the night shrouds,
I turn to the warmth next to me,
She is so beautiful;
She fills me with glee,
Her breathing soft;
I embrace her form,
Her skin so yielding to my touch,
Not of the norm,
I reminisce about those other days,
Id wake up alone, cold, in a daze,
Now the sunlight's rays I welcome,
I look forward to tomorrow,
And more days to come,
Had she an idea
Of what she means to my eyes,
Shed blackmail me,
Tease me, and tell me lies,
But as she wakes from her slumber,
I look into her eyes
As they open without a cumber,
I see the love, joy and admiration;
That she holds for me;
I would not dream of desertion,
Would there not be a body
To those eyes; her face;
I would not care
For nothing more but a trace,
Because with her eyes,
Those sky speckled spheres,
She embraces me; and loves me;
And douses all my fears;
I feel whole, a man;
With someone to love and protect,
She will not want,
She will not need, I will effect...
© okpoet