It
is already ten in the morning
We
haven’t come out of the bed yet
There
is a world that shapes itself
Between
the circles of our arms
The
comforts of each other’s presence
The
pleasure of snuggling against each other
The
sight of each other’s morning face
Your
“ummm…good morning jaaaan”
In
your husky morning voice
Who
wants this to end?
Go
tell the world
I’m
not coming out of her arms…
I’m
not coming out of bed…
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