The morning sun rises,

In the horizon.

Sit by the window,

Looking outside.

Birds chirping happy songs.

Thinking if she is awake.

Images of her stretching,

lazily in bed.

A smile forming,

on her sweet lips.

As she opens her beautiful,

brown eyes.

Start the day of her,

morning routine.

Prepares her coffee before,

She carefully picks a dress.

Humming as she gets ready.

For her morning shower.

Water running along her body,

Yearning for my lips.

To be held and kissed.

How I envy her hands and soap,

That glides over her soft curves.

As the shower awaken her senses,

Drying herself with that lucky towel.

She faces the mirror to apply,

her make up.

And her lipstick on that sweet

lips of hers.

Under her dress she wears,

lacey lingerie.

Sitting on the chair by the

kitchen table.

While she watches the news,

full of current events.

Cup of steaming coffee,

waiting till it cools a bit.

Sipping her coffee slowly

as it touches her red lips

As she rushes out the door

She left lipstick stain on 

her coffee cup.

Her scent swirling around

as she rushes,

leaving me fuzzy.

The smell of burnt toast

awaken me back

Of my daydreaming,

of only her.

Soon

my love it shall be,

real.

And so much more.