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The Early Morning

With the dawn

My sunrise is like no other

while others see the pinks, oranges, and yellows of the sun

I see a cascade of shimmering green satin

clinging to your form

your hair flying, sailing about

in the heated wind

and I hold my breath

as the slender strap falls

and I catch a glimpse of your breast

I consider my mornings glory

and find it like no other

as your hands slide with the lotion

slyly caressing your body like a tender lover

knowing I am watching

and loving the beauty of your form

For my sunrise is you

and to awake to the beauty of you

being a woman

for me