Kisses for Breakfast
Golden Hour Kiss
The Sweet Start of Our Day
The morning sun, a gentle, golden hue,
Creeps through the blinds, to greet both me and you.
No alarm's clamor, just a soft, sweet stir,
As close beside you, my warm thoughts defer.
No need for coffee, strong and dark and deep,
Nor scent of toast, from slumbers happy sleep.
For on your lips, a sweeter feast I find,
A tender touch, the purest of mankind.
More Than Coffee, Sweeter Than Honey
Each gentle press, a warmth that starts to bloom,
Dispelling shadows from the waking room.
A silent promise, whispered, soft, and true,
My perfect morning, darling, starts with you.
This daily ritual, more than simple fare,
A taste of heaven, beyond all compare.
Kisses for breakfast, my soul's sweet delight,
To fill my day with love, from dawn till night.

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