As the smell of your skin permeates my dreams,
inundated seems
to be my constant state
Hearing your voice is like a choir sings,
as aurally I'm awoken
by my spoken mate
Sedated by the vision
within my eyes,
with a fixated feel
upon my skin
The taste of your kiss
is like a sun that's rised
that will never go down again
"Good morning" is all
we say or hear
while there's so much more so far within
A good morning-
to say the very least-
spoken with a smile that's always been.