I thought of you last night
Couldn’t wait to find you
I knew you would feel good
That I need you is so true.
Waking I quietly come to you
You wait without even a word
My mind is still coming alive
But we know soon you’ll be stirred.
I pick you up with a measure of trust
Knowing the pleasure that is coming
Spooning has always been my choice
You respond as you do each morning.
I smell your scent as I watch you
Making you wet and letting the heat rise
Soon I’ll taste you and we’ll be one
You are my morning coffee… surprise.