poetry · relationship · romance

Movements of Morning

Breathing in aromas
coffee mixed with you
I shut my eyes
memories flash of times past
dancing to beats only lovers hear.

I tuck your scent into the folds
closest to my beating heart
watching you sip the mornings brew
exposing your chest of tattoos

as you notice me
ironing in my black thong
you rise and join my swaying hips
moving to beats only lovers hear.

Arms wrap around
as fingers weave we rumba
hand in hand our lips meet
skin to skin our bodies tease
we release before it’s too late
to get back to the mornings routine.

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