Today, before I separated my eyelids, I realised that she was awake, already. I could tell this by the whiff of her breath spread over my face, warm and seductive. With a moan escaping my lips, I watched her from the corner of my eyes and for my surprise she was smiling, half asleep in my arms. I saw her staring at me like I stare at her and yes it was beautiful, to be stared. Within my arms she adjusterd herself as her lips softly brushed my forehead. Oh maybe this is how she kissed me good morning. I loved this kiss.
I perfectly know that I won’t ever be able to define what this morning was for me. But I can not resist to write that when I woke up to the gorgeous mess of our spilled bodies, our limbs entangled, our faces adjacent and her palm caressing my drowsy skin , in that warm moment, I swear I felt everything I used to write about ecstasy. On her lips, this morning, I tasted our love, I tasted our forever.
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