Morning Glory

Morning glory

Gloriously lingering Fingers on my thighs Imagining us, eye to eye Baby, you are here, in reach Floating on a west wind I see your cloud approaching I picture you jump In my arms Gloriously lingering Like in the poem that I wrote Driven by an inspiration From nearby our thighs We float Morning story Imagine us, brow to brow Here, in reach and glory You hold me dearly Now