Sunday Morning

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By Don't build lies on ice cubes.

I'm slowly stirring from my sleep Leaving the dreams of you behind The thoughts of us for always They dance across my mind And slowly I feel your warmth For it protects me as I sleep I turn my face to watch you As you dream in a slumber deep My eyes are tracing your outline And you feel each move they make Slowly your eyes flit open As from your dream you wake And I smile as I greet the morning Then mould closer into you The sun shines out across us Highlighting a love thats true And aimlessly you stroke my hair Then I kiss your lips so raw You meet my kiss with gentleness Increasing passion as we yearn for more Seconds turn to hours And I forget this moment has to end Time is an impending burden Yet not something I wish to comprehend For in my memory each morning's a lifetime Nothing compares with waking next to love For through sleep the stars watch over And then the sun shall rise above And to start each day with you Leaves a glow I know shall stay Then come the night I will fall next to you As we embrace another day And to see you face every time I wake To see it warmed as the sun is dawning A private moment thats shared with you It's the perfect sunday morning

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December 13, 2005 01:15waterlily

you have written a very sweet and sensual poem for your beloved...if only lovers did that in real life...lovers wood have no genuine strife...