The alarm prods me
persistently
until I put it
out of my misery-
yawning away the last
vestiges of that
gorgeous dream I didn't
want to end.
I stretch, turn over,
catch you looking at me with that
silly-sweet-so-desperately-in-love
smile on your face that
makes me want to smile,
and I do, and you kiss me
(dragon-breath and all)
and we muss the bed more
than our nighttime tossings
and turnings ever could.
We face the day with sighs,
not resigned, but the kind
caused by kisses trailed
across each others' skin,
ticklywarmwet kisses
that lead
to
much
more.

01/18/2004

Author's Note: What a way to get ready for work...

Posted on 01/18/2004
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