8AM

her sleepy smile a little sly,
morning yawn and stretch.
hair all tangled in her eyes,
sheets all off the bed.

sheer untamed true beauty,
naked in it's truth.
calling me to come and see,
stay till afternoon.

so soft demure and innocent,
heaven sent for me,
a goddess woke at 8am,
born from last nights dream.

MichaelG