Good Morning

If you were here...
If I were there...
If we could even meet somewhere...
Get a room,
The backseat of a car,
A blanket in the park,
Or even your back yard,
Under the morning stars,
Under a shower of morning kisses
And the weight of morning wood
And this heavy morning mood,
Where I can't stop thinking of you
And the things that we could do,
Reminiscent of morning dew
Beading against skin,
Sweetly swelling, slipping in
Folds of inviting morning petals
Under mornings silver light,
Fiery colors replace cold night,
Pressing against the force of nature,
How naturally
This all would be;
A sensual sunrise
Of you and me,
A heavenly anomaly
If only you were here...