Window

The sun warms on the window,

And then I awake to see,

I feel the window warmth upon you,

And it moves across to me.

I smell the smell of night time,

And it can all again begin,

I taste the taste of our sweet love,

On your soft and waking skin.

We lay together ‘tween night and day,

As the day begins its dawning,

No better love is ever made,

Than love made in the morning.

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