I wrap my arms around her
like I always do
predictably
and she breathes
quietly,
contentedly

The sun rises in our bed
as it always does
expectantly
and she sighs
softly,
happily

My fingers trace the morning landscape
the way they always do
luxuriantly
and she smiles
sleepily,
girlishly,
beautifully

08/21/2009

Posted on 08/21/2009
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