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It's The Mornings

It’s the quiet mornings for me. Waking up early n watching you sleep. Resting in the abyss of completion. Simplicity knowing I’ve satisfied your desires all night. Taking flight with my pencil, recording yet really jotting down the way you affect my mental. Paying attention to your every word. Watching how you move, learning the value of you. Hearing you speak on relationships, knowing there is a desire for one, just not a toxic connection. It’s in the morning I get to ponder, while you sleep, watching Gods perfection. No exceptions, no excuses, only adjustments. That’s the motto. It tickles my fancy cus you’ll never know with you feels like hitting the lotto. Caressing your crown, as you count z’s through the night. It’s that solid vibe between us that makes me know you’re worth the fight. Could care less about the ones who fumbled you, they sent you to me. It’s in the morning, I prepare myself for round two, intimacy at its greatest peek. Making your fantasy a reality, boy you could never compare any encounter to me. I got you in ways un-spoke on, planning to keep you lit, that good life, you know the finer things. It’s the quiet mornings for me. Feeling blessed while you rest so sweet. Basking in the ambiance of your presence is a dream come true. But you will never know the silent appreciation..in these moments with YOU

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Written on May 16, 2021

Submitted by NeshIsher on September 29, 2021

Modified on March 05, 2023

1:11 min read

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Characters 1,370
Words 239
Stanzas 1
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