Good morning my delightful one
Allow me to start to murmur delicate words to you.
You are my morning
continually making me fall like the dew to you
waking my noses to your cologne that laid down with me
I longed for our lips as one
Talking in language they alone comprehend
While our bodies wrap up.
you end up being a paradise to me
your bosoms are the mists I need to drink from
I need your body to be available in my waking
your eyes to resemble the sun to me
Allow it to gleam away my bitterness and agony.
Please my dear, be my morning.
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