SECRET GARDEN's blog: "poet"

Days inception
Coffee
Hot, smooth
French pressed
Breaking sun

Sleep filled eyes
Slight stumble
On deck
Approaching rail

Morning sun
Filtering soft chemise
Each curve
Shadow seen

Bed hair
Tussled
Wantonly, begging
My fingers to touch

Turning
Slight smile
Asking
Where's the coffee?

I fetch
Willingly

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