Trying to hide from the birds chirping
Their song riding the sunbeams that break thru my window
Rub the sleep from my eyes
Stop to smell you on my hands
Lick my lips and enjoy the taste of you
Replaying the night before
Remembering the journey my hands took around your world
Hoping to revisit
I can still taste you
And I will again
Giving names to my hands favorite places
Formulating the ingredients to taste you everyday
Like black coffee
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