I want you first thing in the morning
I want you the last thing at night
It seems I just can’t get enough of
Your beauty, your perfume, your light!
I’ll take you right here on the table
Or even down there on the floor
Or standing, right next to the window,
Or just coming in through the door.
Just driving through town, I still want you,
No matter if traffic is slow,
Just standing in line and just waiting
I reach for your warmth and your glow.
I wrap both my hands all around you,
And hold you, real close to my chest,
That very first time, that first mouthful
Of coffee is always the best!
© Marty Langenberg 2025
