I like mo(u)rnings when the clouds are dark

and suddenly seeing some(no)where a hint of sun(star)shine,

while

crisp,

c(b)old

air caresses me like a lover I haven’t loved in a long, l(wr)ong while,

causing my dormant arousal’s to awaken for the 1,000,000th time,

and it makes me wonder why the big thins like this,

are always the little things I for(emember)get.