Sweet Morning Kisses Poem by Juan Olivarez

Sweet morning kisses, sweeter than wine,
From sweet pouty lips, that have always been mine.

Sweet morning kisses, at the break of day,
That even in December, are a breath of May.

Sweet morning kisses as I wake from A dream,
Sweet morning kisses, with the sun's first beam.

Sweet morning kisses always make me smile,
Those sweet morning kisses, always linger a while.

Sweet morning kisses all of the time,
To never receive them, would be such a crime.

8/4/14 ALTON TEXAS