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Mornings

In the morning when I wake up my body comes alive , every part of me  tingles as the moon says its good byes . I can feel your warmth up against to me , and your breath warms up my neck .
This is the simplest of pleasures that I love to start my days , to feel you lying next to me takes the morning blues away .
I love to see you wake up , to see your brown eyes as you yawn , to hear the  softness of your voice as we wake up on this morn
The cover start to drift off as our legs become wake , to see you there to stretch out and your legs began to shake .
This morning it is different as we both don’t have to work , so a lay in is in order . As we lay there and not think of work , you know you want to sleep now but your mind becomes awake . So let us start our day now it play time where we sleep 

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