When I woke up holding you this morning
the recollections of last night
tiptoed across my satisfied yearnings

My hearbeat, ignited by the sight of your
first morning stirs, enticed me to embrace the moment
longing for longevity

The soft glow I seen on your peaceful face
an aura of seductive grace, emitted vibrations
of comforting trust and tingled my emotional security

Only the moon could know how this feels
to reflect on the night in the first hours of the day
and observe her beauty

An elegant caress is how my fingers kiss her
succulently savoring every touch
that my lips feverishly resent

My excitement leaves wet kisses of perspiration
on her skin with every glide of my hand
awakened by my obsession, her eyes focus to my gaze

This is love

by Rick Robinson
Copyright 2000