February 12, 2014

Her Love



Her love wakes me up every morning 
Her legs wrapped around my partially covered thigh
I kiss her cheek good morning
And she half smiles the moon eyes still shut
I sit up
And she brings me back down into her warm bosom 
I could lay there forever
She turns over to face me and gently kisses my top lip
My insides burn from the embers of my illuminated heart
I want to go in
But duty calls me to try and make the best life for her, me, us
Maybe tonight I'll remind her why I finally can exhale
But for now I just embrace her being
knowing that life is perfect

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