Morning Kiss

The rain pitter-patters
On the window next to you.
It is five in the morning
And I'm already feeling blue;

Deprived of your touch,
And the fragrance that you spill.
Come to me, Love,
And let me kiss you.

Let the morning inspire
What our lips have been dying to say.
Press them right against mine,
And let them wildly play.

Let us discover each other's bodies,
Fingers tracing every inch,
But, Love, don't forget
My sweet morning kiss.

Kiss Abstract Art by MegAmosArt