When You Touch Me in the Morning

You slide beneath the blanket
in your soft and gentle way
sending ripples ‘cross the water
in the bed on which I lay
slowly wrap your arm around me
closely cuddle to my side
Your warmth a stark reality
to dreams inside my mind
Yet I feel the hesitation
even as I sense your need
unsure if you should wake me
or in silence let me sleep.
Moments linger into minutes
till desire conquers time.
Your hands no longer idle                                        
seek what pleasure they can find.                          
So sleep retreats for passion,
as dawn defeats the night,
when you touch me in the morning,
love welcomes back the light.