a morning to love

Life in the morning, given another chance.
Waking to the day, eyes open to another glance.
Digging out the sleepers, rising up with love by my side.
I am blessed every morning no doubt, and that is no lie.
Tucked in tight, not wanting to budge.
I lean with a kiss, for my very own one I call love.
Winking a sigh. cracking a smile as she turns to me.
Dear god thank you so much, for the one you have given me.
I’m in love, as cuddles form under the covers trying to stay warm.
Just a little moment, one I enjoy as our love all day will be worn.
Skin touching, feeling the desire filling my core.
Wanting to stay in bed, needing the memory to last a forever more.
Wrapped and draped, the comfort of her gives me pleasure.
She is not a trophy, yet she is my treasure.
A morning to live, gives the day meaning to kiss.
Living within our time, being self and we are already missed.
Fully awake holding on, the heart and mind knows what it wants.
And I get to do it again, over and over every morning so deeply in love.