Sunday Morning, by Don't build lies on ice cubes. Subscribe to rss feed for Don't build lies on ice cubes.

I'm slowly stirring from my sleep
Leaving the dreams of you behind
The thoughts of us for always
They dance across my mind

And slowly I feel your warmth
For it protects me as I sleep
I turn my face to watch you
As you dream in a slumber deep

My eyes are tracing your outline
And you feel each move they make
Slowly your eyes flit open
As from your dream you wake

And I smile as I greet the morning
Then mould closer into you
The sun shines out across us
Highlighting a love thats true

And aimlessly you stroke my hair
Then I kiss your lips so raw
You meet my kiss with gentleness
Increasing passion as we yearn for more

Seconds turn to hours
And I forget this moment has to end
Time is an impending burden
Yet not something I wish to comprehend

For in my memory each morning's a lifetime
Nothing compares with waking next to love
For through sleep the stars watch over
And then the sun shall rise above

And to start each day with you
Leaves a glow I know shall stay
Then come the night I will fall next to you
As we embrace another day

And to see you face every time I wake
To see it warmed as the sun is dawning
A private moment thats shared with you
It's the perfect sunday morning
Posted: 2010-06-15 22:05:26 UTC

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2005-12-13 01:15:23waterlily
you have written a very sweet and sensual poem for your beloved...if only lovers did that in real life...lovers wood have no genuine strife...