Play fights on a Saturday Morning waking up to you reminds me of waking up to the smell of fresh cut roses…..I left those for you…..next to the night stand. Silk sheets…you lying up under me…..movie playing…as the rain daces off the window pane as I watch you sleep.
Wake up from a long slumber the smell of breakfast cooking makes you wonder…..why is he so good to me…make no mistakes you know the answer to that question.
Sweatpants and one of my shirts…you step out the room looking better than you did when we first met….table set……breakfast for two but all my focus is on you.
Pretty as the sunflower that sits in a vase on the window seal….your heart is up for grabs so I take it and stash….these other lames out here want what they can’t have….So I want to protect it….if she offered me the job I would accept it…..only been on call for a few hours now and I’m already promoted.
I prayed for a women like you….now you are here in front of me having breakfast…..God choose you to be my angel and I have to accept it.
Looking forward to many more Saturdays like this…pillow fights and breakfast….leaving sunflowers for you on the window seal and notes that say you’re amazing and picturing your thought process like I can’t believe he wrote this….on a Saturday!
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