The sun kisses your peanut butter tone skin
Gliding up your face, the golden light strikes your plump, pink, irresistible lips.
Mouth slightly parted, soft sounds of snorts brings a smile to my face.
Your nose wiggles as the glow inches near, feeling the warmth of the morning.
Your brows scrunch as the light show ends on your eyes.
Burying your face into my arm, I breathe in the sweet oils of your hair hidden under your satin bonnet.
Looking down at your sleepy face, I finally get to see those tantalizing, hazel eyes.
Holding you close, I never want to let go.
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