In the mornings night I so often come to you
Sit by your side, gently brush your hair from
you eyes and bathe your in light.
Letting my touch travel the landscape of your curves
The soft gentle caress guided by your heart beat.
Every breath a road sign of which I honor like a thief in the night.
I miss the taste of your skin on my lips, the shutter of your breath on my
Neck as my hands take you to places deep in your mind.
The curve of your back as it meets your hips, and the length of your leg
As they tremble with pleasure from the pressure of my lips.
Feeling your pulse quicken with anticipation as I draw you near,
Take me in your hands and lead me down the path only you can find.
Guide me deep within your soul, let me be all you need in this mornings light.