10-01-2016, 04:35 AM
A Morning Affair
How like the nectar of the gods you seem to me
you give sweet solace when I lack for company
each breaking dawn I greet you with a reverent kiss
which you return with eager heat against my lips
I close my eyes and sigh as your warmth slips inside
the way you cause my blood to race I cannot hide
nothing on earth will ever make me part from you
I cannot live each day until you are consumed
How like the nectar of the gods you seem to me
you give sweet solace when I lack for company
each breaking dawn I greet you with a reverent kiss
which you return with eager heat against my lips
I close my eyes and sigh as your warmth slips inside
the way you cause my blood to race I cannot hide
nothing on earth will ever make me part from you
I cannot live each day until you are consumed
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara