You are as beautiful as a slow, sleepy morning-
Cuddled in bed, as I kiss down your spine; watching the small movements you make. My fingers exploring every inch of you.
Making you coffee as you rest your eyes and bringing it to you as you slowly wake -
Allowing the sun to peek through drawn curtains, so that we can gently greet the day, together.
Your beautiful curls caressing your face, with such grace - and angel right in front of my own eyes.
I could get lost in your beauty, and the warmth of the mornings we share.
Tangled in Egyptian cotton, getting lost as our bodies merge and souls collide.
I'd take my coffee with a side of you every day, if I could
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