The best thing about waking up, is you.

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I awoke to find a red rose on the pillow that cradled your head,
Without your body next to mine, it was a cold bed.
I slipped on a terry robe and padded down the hall,
I silently made my way , quiet was my footfall.
I found you bare chested, pajama bottom clad,enjoying the ocean view,
You were lost in thought and your morning coffee, as I tip-toed up to you.
I slipped my arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your golden skin,
You sighed as my lips and flesh did blend.
You whispered," Good Morning Angel", as you handed me the cup for a sip,
I smiled and placed my lips, where you had your lips.
You untied my robe, leaning down to nuzzle snowy mounds,
Your warmed coffee lips made me make purring sounds.
Your hand splayed down my stomach, to the cloistered glen,
Probing fingertips, gently worked themselves in.
Lazy movements, up and down and in and out,
Made hidden secrets, prominent and pout.
You sat on a chair, as I straddle your lap,
An awakened shaft, slowly sank into warm, oozing sap.
Happily joined, we shared a steaming mug of brew,
The morning smiled on us, as I am filled by you!