The definition of "morning love"
Not anything you expected to be
The after effects of being tranquilized
And slowly succumbing to awareness
Senses, one by one, becoming synced
Synced not only to your own but to the one next to you
To see his chest slowly rise and fall
The smell of faint old spice that he used last night
That rubbed into the sheets for me to bare my face in later when he leaves
Hearing his heart beat against my eardrum
Vibrating all my sense into one
He is now in sync with me
Sun rays lay across his face which I call mine
The tint of his brown eyes look upon me
And the first words were spoken
Morning love...
©trishalove
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