Misty Morns

Misty mornings all wrapped in flannel
Warm tosseled hair, soft against my cheek
The quiet rain patters on the rooftops...
as the north wind drifts through the trees.
I can hear your heartbeat...feel it under my hand.
The fire in you seeps into my bones...
never...ever... will I be cold inside again.
Such a strange feeling...
To know you and know you not.
What madness illusion...
And yet...why not?
In this misty darkness
I know not the color of your hair
Just to see with my mind's eye
Is all that matters here.
The feel of me pressed close to you
breasts against your back....
Legs entwined...where to begin...
or where to go back.
I do not know right now
Only want this feeling to go on.
Do not want to awaken you
Without this morning song.