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Early Morning

by Maude Curtis

As I lay here in the wee hours of morning,
there's a chill in the early fall air.
I wrap my arms around you, snuggle close
and saver the warmth of your body.

Clinching my eyes shut to ward off the light,
I run my fingers across your furrowed brow,
down past the stubbled chin to your chest.
I carress your broad shoulders and once rock hard abs.

Your hard soldiers body now growing soft with age.
The paunch of a tummy that I love so much.
My fingers tangle in the soft hair further down,
as I continue with my memories of last night.

I inhale the scent of your cologne and my perfume
blending with the smell of our lovemaking.
The aroma of the neighbors coffee wafts through the open window
and I snuggle deeper in the quilts to stay asleep.

I hear your deep breathing, the sound of your heart beating.
The cat purring on your side of the bed
and the dog yawning and stretching on my side.
Soon they'll be wanting to go outside.

I fight to stay in my dream, not wanting to wake up.
I know that when I do I'll find myself alone in my bed,
clutching my tear stained pillow,
and pretending once again that it's you.

Because you're still a thousand miles away.
And I hope you know how much I need you,
how much I love you and that I'm still here,
Waiting for you to come home to me.


Posted on 09/30/2009
Copyright © 2023 Maude Curtis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 09/30/09 at 08:20 PM

This one is exciting for me Maude....CharMin

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