As the sun rises to beginning of day
I wonder, What time is it?
How do I say what is in my heart
What has been said time and again
Do you tire to hear what has been
Are your ears aching for newness?
Does the warmth of my breath excite you still?
Do you long for my touch softly?
The chill of thy skin speaks to me, yes
Your ear close to my lips says speak
You say to me soft spoken, my name
Gentle as the morning dew
Embrace we do in kisses of fire
Arousal, as this rising sun awakens the day
Questions that had me in wonderment
At this moment, it matters not
What time is it?
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