For the morning, I raise my head. My eyes reluctant to begin.
My hands, with a mind of their own, find their way to you.
Warm and still, your breathing deep and methodical.
For a moment, everything is perfect.
The world is right.
the allure of discovery…..
For the morning, I raise my head. My eyes reluctant to begin.
My hands, with a mind of their own, find their way to you.
Warm and still, your breathing deep and methodical.
For a moment, everything is perfect.
The world is right.