Mornings have become my favorite time as my thoughts and dreams dwell
on memories we create.
The way my finger tips tingle as they caress your bearded lips,
idly stroking hair covered cheeks.
The gentlest trace over your closed eyes
Your breath is slowly exhaled and I wonder
Is my touch painful? Do I stop?
As with a mind of their own my fingers keep moving
finding there place around your back of your neck
Your breath is warm against my face
As you move closer
My heart beats faster
Waiting for your lips to touch mine
I wet my lips knowing the intimate dance to come
Your lips touch mine lightly
Hearts beat faster
I lean forward into your arms intent on touching as much
of you as I can.
Strong hands on my back dropping lower
drawing me closer
Not close enough
Mouths open wider savoring the taste of passion on each other
Hands move to my neck and up
To cup my head
Fingers snake through my hair
You hold on tighter and I whimper my delight
Your grasp pulls me forward
My hair is loose now
Twisted through your fingers
Bodies entangled and encircled
The front of you is strained against me
Hands slowly fall away
I open my eyes
Looking into yours I see myself and for a moment a
glimpse of your passion for me.
and at the this moment my only thought is if you could know
how much you tenderness and passion affect me
And what promise I would give for this moment again
as I tilt my head silently begging for another morning memory.