The Mornings i am after

The mornings I am after.

Close your eyes and keep them so, coil up and stay so,

I see you with half opened eyes, but its probably better so.

With beauty so much at once, can my eyes take it all?

But bravely and hastily I open them,

More greed that anything,

I wish not to spend any more time not, not looking,

Eyes fully open, and a smile on my face restored,

It is you I love and only what I adore.

And soon it is a race; the sun wants a part of it,

Sending his rays through the slits of your window,

He forgets, and his loss lies in what he ignores,

For he doesn’t know, my arms that shade your brows

I forget too, if u slept early the moon before,

But never would I want to wake you up and sacrifice,

A face so calm, cheeks so puffed, a hazy show.

A hair of yours, it’s now across your face,

More of them follow as you wallow,

As streaks of black on your skin of calm,

I am forced to move them, with perhaps, an air of blow.

A little distress now shows,

I know, you wonder where from came that flow,

And may be you want to investigate,

But luck is mine today for u not stir,

And I have more time to stare, on all that I said above.

Lovers are stupid and logically so,

For they know not, when to stop and when to let go.

In a spell that you cast, I lean forward.

Hoping that my lips can sense your glow

I kiss softly. Some part of me wants you to stay low.

But how soft can a man kiss, your skin is definitely softer.

You move. You awake. First the eyes, then the smile follows.

Angry you are not for sure, for I see no troubled brows,

With me looking on as eager puppy, you find it, I guess, funny.

Respect the brave, for they live forever,

And with such a thought, I plunge further,

The same kiss I have to offer, but on your lips I wander.

Stones sink in water, and my lips drown in your surreal softness.

You move more, and slowly rise to wake up.

Returning, when you can, the pecks that I so profusely offer

The day I am sure looks forward to you,

But I know, what the day will bring, is nothing,

To what I will see again the morning after