First In the Shower
My love, she welcomes each day with a smile, wide
Shamelessly stretching, breathing in the morning air
Exposing her beauty, innocently; nothing ever to hide
With beauty of the angels, the only way to compare
Her smile broadens as she sees her lover pass
Leaving doubt to this one, what is on her mind
She has a look of love, my heart now beating fast
Her eyes now wander, seeming wanting to find
She speaks, with a voice of a singer, singing out loud
Calling out to the one, the lover, there, in her favor
I, knowing my place, am about to climb on her cloud
To be her morning selection, that which she savors
But she, just smiles as she rises and runs to the shower
Laughing, because I am now second, I lost to her power.
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