• morning dew •
Ive always been a morning person. The pink ..
🕑 Added 2024-03-05 16:18:34 +0000 UTC
• morning dew •
Ive always been a morning person. The pink and orange hues coming in through the window, while dust dances in the light coming through a sheet we have hung over the glass sliding door. Air still and fresh, dozy eyes & wandering hands finding the soft curves of my woman’s skin guiding me from slumber to sensual awakening. I know her body like the back of my hand. I don’t need my eyes, letting my palms see for me, every inch of her body reads like a map, a route I know by heart. I love a slow morning. Slowly guiding my hand down her hips, slowly moving the blanket out of the way, slowly kindling the heat between her legs as if she alone is the ember that ignites my life, slowly feeling her pour into my mouth with a burst of energy better than any cup of coffee. It’s never a race, it’s hardly a marathon, it’s a Sunday drive going ten under the speed limit just to enjoy the wind in your hair. I could exist with just the sound of her breath on my neck, my name on her lips, her body is a symphony to me. A crescendo to caress and carry through to the finale. She is the first light at dawn, a bird song at first flight, the morning dew on the grass. She is my Magic in an ever-simple and over-complicated existence that we get to pretend doesn’t exist outside the four walls of our bedroom, if only for the morning.
