Early morning, milky
Silence folds a snowy down,
Rustles of stirring, tendrils creep
Comfort found in cotton mound.
Heavy warmth of arms encased,
Caramel butter against flushed skin,
Holding back the days' insistance,
One more moment in balmy din.
Easy comfort in finished dreams,
Sounds of daylight swirl around,
Day's beginning in sweet console,
Happiness is my lover found.
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