As you wake upon your pillow,
I tempt a bashful stare.
With a blossomed heart of contentment,
Your vision jolts me like a snare.
With the Sun glistening through the linen curtains,
The mist tendrils begin to rise.
It's warmth encapsulates the room,
And sprites the rays within your eyes.
Waking with the world that you inhabit,
You stretch and roar in place.
Even in the morning you smell like an angel,
A sultry fragrance filled with grace.
Completeness fills my soul.
For nothing is out of place
I've seen rise to my lover,
As I kiss her silky face.
T.E. Snyder
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