Mornings with You
[October 2025]

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I woke with the sun on my face, warm and wide
But not half as warm as the man by my side.
Hair tousled, one leg draped over my own,
Mouth slightly parted, letting out a soft groan.

And I thought, there he is, my husband, my flame,
Looking angelic, until I heard him exclaim:
"Did you just kiss me, or is that your...ohhh..."
(And just like that, we were ready to go.)

Your sleepy smile curled into something obscene,
So I climbed on top like a well-oiled machine.
"Good morning," I whispered, "in more ways than one,"
And you answered with kisses, and then we were gone

Not far, just beneath all the covers we’d tossed,
Exploring each other like sailors long lost.
Your laughter, your moans, your soft sleepy sighs
Every damn time, it still takes me by surprise.

And when it was done, you lay curled up like silk,
Wrapped in my arms like warm honey and milk.
"You're ridiculous," you muttered, cheeks all aglow
And I kissed them again, just to tell you so.

So here's to the mornings, and all that they start,
To the kisses, the cuddles, the racing of hearts.
To knowing full well, come sunrise or sin--
There’s no better place than waking with Fin.