A Morning Thought

Yamato
Soft pale skin
His voice like an angel
His slender form
Lay tangled in scented sheet
The scent of love of trust
Of need all mingled
To form something raw
Something him.
His lips are swollen
His lashes heavy on his cheeks
I touch his navel with my lips
Awakening him with my need
His icy blue eyes are like pools
Pulling my soul to his
His voice flutters from my ear
Into my Heart
"Taichi"