Good Morning Poem by kevin mireles
Good Morning
Sunday coffee alongside
a crowded collection
of newspaper conversations.
Toasted bread scent fills the bedroom,
The sunlight undresses the night
through the bay window.
Sluggish and uncombed
for a few more
colorless articles.
Her naked skin teases
my morning sunrise
Searching sweet jelly,
between those strawberry thighs.
I love this exhaling
sigh of the week;
Sundays, a pure delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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