She softly displays,
A shapely chalice of,
Virtuous petals.
Faint freckling,
A bashful exposé,
Yet offering to be,
Rosa-choque.
Content within,
Blazing rays.
Sneak up behind me, Sit down carefully, Settle your legs against mine, I’ll lean back and into you. We’ll enjoy this mornin’ glow, Comforted by your love’s tune. The one I know, ‘Tis true. Relax, I know you’re here. How? Simple twist of my hair, And my longing blank stare, Good Morning, my darling.