It’s almost as if, as I gaze wearily through the shaded window, there is an uncertain mist illuminating over the cold earth. The mysterious optimism that reflects into the dawn is almost surprising after the dark and cold evening. I could not even reverie a shift in my recumbent state, thereby, causing my cozy atmosphere to quake. I could not dream of waking to see, and feel, and believe where I am now.

A soft smirk forms in the corner of my lips as my glossy gaze turns to see the form beside me. With a heavy arm slung lazily around my waist, I become more aware of the physicalization of my situation. So satisfying. Then the gentle and almost innocent placement of the tip of the nose that rests upon my right cheek. Oh! It is so sweet.

The realization of this “sweet” touch causes a small squeak from the back of my throat. Then I quickly pinch my lips tightly in fear of ruining this moment.

I remain still for a few moments longer and finally relax my face. A deep breath escapes my lips and my body moves up and down ever so slightly with the inhale and exhale. I suddenly become more aware of the innocence and intricacy of the face positioned upon mine. The metal ring that details his lower lip shifts on my jaw and the lustrous yearning returns to me, yet again, to taste it with my lips.

My auburn locks seem tangled with the rope-like hair he seems to have thrown upon the pillow with passion and need for closeness and companionship.

Resistance to touch this figure laying, holding, and loving is soon made an impossibility as a slow movement of my hand meets his. Pulling it back hesitantly, I turn my eyes to his as best I can vigilantly. Nothing. Another sigh and I close my eyes savoring all the beauty surrounding my being.

Not soon after I feel a subtle absence, and nothing rests upon my cheek any longer. My daze is broken by a soft nip on the cheek. The cold, metallic ring sends shivers down my spine, and I finally open my eyes. He has been aroused from sleep and lazily grins and seems transfixed. Those brown eyes say everything in one look, that’s why I love them so much. No guessing with the eyes.

Finally he pulls himself atop of me fully, and the warmth of his body pours over mine with a sentiment of protection and adoration. I feel my cheeks burn faintly as I feel the connection between us. No words. No words are needed.

My bangs, always seeming to fall over my right eye, are brushed back with his callused thumb making my face redden again. I never feel beautiful enough in the morning. His smile, with his teeth showing brightly, shows only that he is amused by my shyness towards his enticing acts.

His other hand has cleverly slithered its way into mine, and he clasps it warmly lacing his fingers through mine. I cannot help but be completely taken over by now. My stomach bubbling and fluttering, my skin tingling with want, and my heart beating with zeal. I am taken.

Ever so slowly. So tauntingly. He lowers his head and the tips of our noses caressing each others. His fix on my eyes seems focused so intensely upon mine. He licks his lower brim with the lustrous metal teasing me again. Finally he brings me in. Warm, love. Soft, yet full of want. He squeezes my hand still grasped in his as this act of love pours over everything in me. Soul and spirit.

When he pulls away I feel as if the all the world I need is right here in my arms. I admire the speck upon his right cheek, almost a sigma of imperfection upon his soft face. He takes note of my interest in this beauty mark and bashfully puts his hand over it. I let out a small chuckle and soothingly pull his hand off of his face. He grins with softly blushed cheeks, and pulls me into a tight hold. Thank you, World, for giving me all I want. Another squeak escapes the back of my throat and I feel his hot breath of laughter on my neck.