7am Sunday Morning, I want to, No, I have to have you
When it quiets downs and everything turns blurry,
I crave your taste on my tongue. A sweetness so savoury, I feel it nourishing to my soul.
In your scent, I bathe myself of all past pain
With every touch, my soul melts softly into yours and I remain there forever still
I crave the sound of your voice guiding me to a tranquility my soul has never known.
I stare at you, unable to fathom how breathtaking you still look to me at 7am on a Sunday morning. No signs of the sweat of the night where we danced our pain away.
I could do without the crazy night but I couldn’t live without the feeling you give me at 7am on Sunday morning
When my soul has been stripped of all it’s burdens and all that remains is a blank slate covered with the chemical euphoria of hope and warmth
Watching the sun rise peaceful while we float deep into our dreams – seeing vividly that day when everyday feels like 7am on Sunday morning with you.
EMMboldened 