This morning, at first light
I sat beside, feeling your breath on my wrist
Fluttering my desire, misting my watch
It felt like dew, on a warm winter morning
Every pore of me wanted you
To be touched in the warmth of your exhales
But I waited to bask, in the gentle glow of you
As the dawning sun light bounced of your skin
I whispered in my mind, for i was afraid
you could maybe hear, When my mind spoke aloud, and wake
Then I would miss, how a scent could be scene
If I had to explain, let me just say
Your appearance is what Golden Magnolias smell like
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