GOOD MORNING

If you were here... If I were there... If we could even meet somewhere... Get a room, The backseat of a car, A blanket in the park, Or even your back yard, Under the morning stars, Under a shower of morning kisses And the weight of morning wood And this heavy morning mood, Where I can't stop thinking of you And the things that we could do, Reminiscent of morning dew Beading against skin, Sweetly swelling, slipping in Folds of inviting morning petals Under mornings silver light, Fiery colors replace cold night, Pressing against the force of nature, How naturally This all would be; A sensual sunrise Of you and me, A heavenly anomaly If only you were here...

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