I awaken every morning
with the overwhelming desire
to press my lips gingerly
upon you, over and again.
I wake slowly, unwilling
to leave my treasured slumber-
that is, until the first thought
of you flutters across my brain.
And baby, it doesn't take long.
Turns out I wouldn't mind
so very much waking up
over and again every morning,
as long as I get to wake up
to you and receive a prized
kiss from those lips.