Sunday Morning

Waking up Sunday morning
feeling the lovely breeze
remembering last nights breath
heart beating ever so fast
love chills the soul
but yet this story is yet to be told
thinking of last night
oh how the hot lips catch the heart
love warms desires
and yet cigarettes pour scents
for as i sit here
thinking of last night
my heart skips a beat
and suddenly i wake
and i know of more to come
but will it ever be like last night?
I ask myself cuz i do not know
and the cards may hold my future but I'm in control
and my actions will hold
the story that is yet to be told
but will i let my spirit fly
and all my hopes run from me or die
yet i do not know
and i ask myself of last night
cuz god my make this my last
so i sit wondering
but that has to stop cuz it starts raining and thundering
I run into my kitchen
and my darling is cooking me up some chicken
so i throw out my cigarette
but ill never forget
what happened the night before Sunday