art ~ Bill Mack
In the morning when I rise, before the dawn has swept the skies...
I hear the whisper of his breath
and I smile...the tenderness
that we shared just hours ago
has left a blush the warmest glow
So soft against the linen sheets
his gentle touch...sultry and sweet
...and as I step away it seems, I recall love’s unfolding dream
I turn to see him lying there
true love…he sleeps without a care
Yet before he wakes I know
I’ll slip beside him soft and slow
and snuggle up in his strong arms
where he will rise to greet my charms
Here we will stay ignoring dawn and let the night linger on...