Morning Slows

On pillow white soft winds had blown yellow bright breed yields once sown lost fields of grass her footfalls tread searched far and wide a nook to bed Across blue sphere stray sparkles shined warm hearts befell and futures dined what followed slow bare tiptoes braved long time past due sweet bodies craved Moist lips pursued, perused and sipped brushed skin aroused as bosom gripped beating chests still breaths hearts stole entwined entrusts forth welcomed souls Morning slows where last touches brace smiles lie on a pretty face