Greet the Day

Mon, 10/10/2016 - 17:57 -- GM3Z

Get up, get dressed, find something to ingest.

All I've known,

Is waking up alone.

 

Until there came a moan.

Rumbbling deep and course,

With heat resinating like a strong force.

 

His blue eyes open then close.

His dark hair is a tossed mess, 

As he rolls throwing his arm across my chest.

 

I'll sink into this man.

I'll let my anxieties fall,

and just stay here if work decides to call.

 

With the love of my life.

This is how I greet the day, 

And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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