I love you in the morning.
When the sun kisses your silent sleeping brow.
I love you when you start to stir.
I love to watch you showering.
Like you're walking through scented soapy rain.
I love the smell of fresh and clean oozing from your body.
I love you in the evening when the sun crawls down and falls to set.
I love you and I honour you.
With my gentle tongue.
A tongue for the gentleman and the lady shall be returned for sure.
I love to hold your body close.
As satisfied you're drifting into the land of that very special sleep.
And I'll love you in my dreams.
The sad thing is you don't exist.
You're just a fantasy.
(C) Livvi