I cried today, as I touched your face, in memory, <br />not wanting to waken you in your slumber <br />I eased out of bed, early, to brew your favorite coffee, <br />knowing the aroma would awaken you <br />Together we would sip our brew, and smile, <br />facing each other with Love <br />It is Saturday, and the day is ours to enjoy together <br />As I picked up my favorite book, from the nightstand, <br />and began to read You caressing my bare chest, <br />with your hands, I put down the book, and returned <br />your Love Your vibrant passion was as steamy as <br />the coffee we sipped, as we lay embraced in <br />each others arms, naked as the dawn <br />The hours passed, and we cared not about time, but <br />about pleasing each other Then again, I reached out <br />and touched your face, in memory <br />I cried today, alone<br /><br />John Leroy Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-cried-today-2/
