A little lingering of fingertips- they travel ahead of my hips- doing a dance of seduction across his strong shoulder.
A little slip of my hand and then my wrist, before it ducks under your elbow… and then the drape of my arm finds its place over your side.
A little scootch, a little settle, a little hip slip gets me closer.
A little wiggle, my foot, follows your calf, then the ankle, finds a way to insert itself in-between yours.
My breath on your neck, quickly followed by kisses, my lust tells a tale to your slumbering ear.
Wakey, wakey, my darling; stretch and roll into my morning. Let me take you to sunrise and back.
-But I don’t want to get up.
-Don’t want to get out of our bed.
-Don’t want to start the day, ever, without holding ,deeply, the length of you – just a little bit longer- to acknowledge the beautiful strength of this fit.
She rolled to the left, threw back the covers, stood shaking the sleep from her hair. And then stretching her palms, she counted her blessings, reached skyward, then hugged herself gently in the dawn of the day.