Sunday Morning

autor:: Elendurwen

rubrika:: poezia

She tastes like coffee
On a Sunday morning
When sunbeams are soft
And her childish yawning

Makes me smile
The morning spent in bed
We're just lying
My head on her head

Two naked bodies
Covered to be not seen
But to gently
Touch each others skin

She tastes so sweet
And her tickling hair
Make me sleep and
Wake up new again

napísanísané:: 17.9.2007

prečítalo:: 578 ludí