Good Morning, my Love

Pulling each other closer so early in the morning but not early enough lover for where have you been all my life? I feel as if I’ve been waiting for you each morning. Always, for eons. Each and every morning. Eons. Throughout time.

 Hot and then cold
 my heart beats.
 I am awakened:
 by a passion or smell of something sweet.
 I long to eat again, suckle up against my breast
 as I hear his breathing
 coming from his chest.
  
 My pulse quickens and I sweat
 I bit my lip, and I look to the left.
 There he is sleeping.
 Dreaming of nothing
 for nothing sometimes is in his dreams
 or nothing permanent at least. 
 My arms fold over him naturally.
 Our bodies curl in like toes.
 He caresses my breasts 
 and I lick his ears until he moans.
  
 Pulling each other closer so early in the morning
 but not early enough lover
 for where have you been all my life?
 I feel as if I’ve been waiting for you each morning.
 Always, for eons. 
 Each and every morning.
 Eons. 
 Throughout time.