Poem: Morning, Love

Nothing more sexy 

than an early morning

roll over, sleepy smile

“Morning,  babe”

One semi -foggy look

bare chested and rough hair

beard thick and hand-touchable 

God, I love the deep brown

eyes that crinkle and beckon

smooth skin and warmth 

so luxurious and sink into

until there’s nothing more natural 

than saying, “Good morning”

to the one you love

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