I like the way your last night skin
Burns the iciness,
When the first reddish ray of sun
Penetrates each pore of your bare back.
And every time I touch
The mocha colour of your skin,
Fragrance of caffeine
Seeps in through my nerves
To make me intoxicated.
Now, there is no doubt left, that
My morning is going be good.
Superb poems on morning today. Both are fresh and inspiring.....Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a little like caffeine.: -)