Sunlight in the morning had its charm.
My bed in summer left gentle warmth.
Her presence made all the difference.
A nature’s masterpiece, an angel’s appearance.
Cupid was so kind.
Hooked on the moment of being blind.
Affection with a remarkable adore.
Blessed beneath the blanket from the core.
Flash lights welcomed the first sight.
Reminding the essence of the last night.
Then a humble request – “let me off”.
Accepted with a contradictory reply, clear & tough.
Coyness took her over, she moved aside with shame.
Followed with a little demand to persist the game.
A startling caught of the glances, won her over.
Aided to reduce length, we came closer.
Tossed side by side fell off from the bed.
Realization of reality is something hard to accept.
"And after all, morningception
Is nothing but my desiration"