It’s late morning when I wake,
(I sleep the best when you’re next to me)
I wrap my arms around you and wait.
You turn to face me in your half-sleep;
I love the softness in your eyes when you first wake
and the breadth of your smile to greet me.
I want to find every way to describe what it means
in beautiful words that suit you
but words cannot match the way it feels
to hold your body close to mine:
I am addicted to the magic in your skin
and the taste of your kiss.
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