Mornings

It's already morning; the sun is coming up behind the curtains, and I'm still awake, thinking about our last kiss, your arms around me, your touch - soft, gentle - and you whispering in my ear those words! I barely know what love or passion is; I just wanna be right here with you, every day, every morning.

Is it possible? Is that something you want, too? I may never know! I will keep these memories; they're mine, too, anyway, and I can revisit them... always!