She loves the mornings
When she wakes up next to him
She reaches over and touches his beard
And she gets his lazy but endearing ‘smize’

She moves in closer
Just to feel his warmth
And steal a taste of his morning breath
On her lips

She’s a shy initiator
But she coyly straddles him at the hips
Their eyes meet in a knowing smile
She demurely buries her face in his neck
And whispers, “let’s ride”

Mornings don’t get any better than this
He is her happy place, this is her bliss



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