Under the Morning Stars
it is in the morning that i belong to you
Somewhere deep inside I feel your voice cajoling me, drawing me toward wakefulness, singing a soft song of love and passion. The sound fills me with a smile that belongs to you and you alone. Hands touch my body softly and I moan with sleepy pleasure. You turn me to my back and paint my breasts with fiery kisses that speed my heart and take my breath. You are my secret, my lover, my only truth. Fingers slide along my ribs...