My day is on
I want to listen to you breathe,
And see you waking up.
And laying leasurly in bed,
I want to see you dressing up.
You brush your hair, fix your bra,
You put the makeup on,
You in the mirror smile at me
And that-is when my day is on.
Walk up to me and kiss my lips,
You smell of love and you.
Dress rustles lightly on the sheets,
And all inside me rustles too.
Kostya Altman
June 6, 2010
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