Maeengan's Wolf Den

Where Maeengan is free to ramble on about his life in the middle of the Canadian praires.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Morning Dew


The morning sun

pokes her head

over your covers

nudging me

on the shoulder

slowly waking me up

my body stretches

across your bed

as I feel your lips

plant themselves on mine


And we danced

across the morning

where the fragrance

of your morning dew

makes me high

when I’m with you


Remember our first night

you told me

we should only be friends

you pulled me closer

encouraged by red wine

strokes across your back

when we connected

below the waist

you welcomed me

to the next day


Where we danced

across the morning

where the fragrance

of your morning dew

made me high

when I was with you


And if we should

say goodbye

let our memories

flutter to the ground

I would remember

our time together

through the good times

and the bad

especially your lips

and your gentle hands


As we danced

across the morning

where the fragrance

of your morning dew

made me high

when I was with you