Morning Beckons I feel the sun on my led filled eyelids long before they dare open My mind is bombarded with flashing images of flesh on fleshevoked by your scent alone I know that I must gomy phone screamsI am already late But as I lift the veil succumbing to morning like Medusa, you have me frozen in your gaze How could I possibly move?when wrapped in your heavenly blanketof silky cinnamon skin?
I feel the sun on my led filled eyelids long before they dare open My mind is bombarded with flashing images of flesh on fleshevoked by your scent alone I know that I must gomy phone screamsI am already late But as I lift the veil succumbing to morning like Medusa, you have me frozen in your gaze How could I possibly move?when wrapped in your heavenly blanketof silky cinnamon skin?
