In the intimate hours of the morning
I feel you snuggle in to me
I bury my nose in your hair
Breathing in deep your scent
Hoping to make it last inside me
I listen to you breathing
And feel the softness of you
I can't believe you are mine
We knew in an instant that we were each other's love affair
You have comforted me
Delighted me
Stretched the tether of our connection
But we never broke
In the intimate hours of the morning
I smell your hair
And whisper
Please dont die
Wanda Swim Strunk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-intimate-hours-of-the-morning/
