Thursday, August 14, 2008

Sunrise under our breakfast


I want to wake up next to you.
You being topless with just your underwear on.
I'm laying there, with a big grin on my face.
You fix me breakfast, I iron your blouse.
I'm well on my way as I taste the coffee on your lips.
Driving, personal phone calls. 
You're the reason why I enjoy driving home to you. 


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