Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning is a jazz morning.

Sunday Morning is a love making morning.

Sunday's is your morning.

Sunday is me watching you you sleep ,then me waking you up.

When my lips touch yours soft, and sweet you were made for me.

Kissing you is so sweet it makes me complete.

As my tongue finds your second sets of lips ,I know that's what Sunday's morning mean to me.....

Written by PoetryandMe79
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