sunday morning

we wake to the sound of rain
knocking on our window
dawn envious of us sleeping in
cruising in half slumber

wrapped in your arms,
feeling you breathing softly on my neck
a whisper of love so low
only our hearts hear the hum

kisses in between
heavenly smell of freshly brewed coffee

a look, so meaningful
only our bodies
understand

~~~

© annie scribes 2017
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