I wake up in the morning,
still wrapped in memory
of lovers who touched my heart,
and the hopes of the ones
I’ve yet to meet.
But you—
you’re the first warmth I reach for.
The first comfort that greets my day.
The first kiss
right now
meets my lips,
soft, lingering,
full of promises whispered
in the quiet hours of dawn.
You remind me of the way
a lover’s touch can steady me,
how affection can bloom
in the smallest moments.
Your warmth travels through me,
slow and tender,
like fingers tracing my skin
with love that knows my rhythm.
You stir memories—
the laughter shared, the hands held,
the hearts that once beat close to mine.
And still,
you make me dream of lovers
I haven’t met yet—
the ones who will hold me gently,
who will see me.
You keep me
coming back for more—
not just for the essence,
but for the way you make me feel.
Like love is always near,
always possible,
always waiting.
