I walk in the fading chill of the morn.
As the sun rises, its warm on my face and
you are still tucked away wrapped in your
cloak nestled against the chill.
I love just to sit and wait for you to wake up.
The aroma of fresh ground coffee
permeates my thoughts as I sip the hot black
liquid, burning heat on my breath.
I see you stir as the sun enters your dream fading world.
How could God have ever thought of something so
wonderful, so simple, as a morning smile?
I see you unfurl the soft threads that kept you warm.
I am always excited and filled with joy as I watch this
dance with the morning sun.
Each petal that is unfurled further exposes your nakedness
to my eyes.
Your folds are barred for my world to see.
The depth of your beauty overcomes my own thoughts.
Deep soft creamy petaled folds glisten with the dew of my morning.
Pistils, stamens, and the sweet nectar that I know is life giving to me brings your beauty into total bloom.
Birds sing, softly chirping at your risen self.
As their echo resonates deep within my soul,
passion wells up within my heat and my hands touch the
silk of your petals.
My breath is hot on your neck and I see that look in your eyes.
I hear you say, open me gently my love before the chill of the night returns and I am tucked away.
I see the beauty and deep passion that is internal within you and forever be eternal with me.
Open me gently I say to you. Open my heart slow and with the love only you know how to give.
For we open each other to the heat of the sun, being nourished from the passion of the earth, watered from the elixir of love, our beauty is brought alive this morning.
Opened.

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