Sweeping sounds so soft,
Cotton sheets rustle.
Morning's glow fills the loft,
Skin caresses muscle,
Shadows outline a curve.
A moment to preserve.
Oh, how can one deserve...
To feel such ecstasy?
It is more than just touch,
It is fulfilling of fantasy.
Bonds grow so much,
Two hearts blend and meld.
Emotions are not withheld,
Rapture is compelled.
Moments of magic and bliss,
As if suspended in time.
Passion in touch, feel and kiss,
Morning love so sublime.
Emotions are expressed,
Devoted love is confessed,
In each unrestrained caress.
