In the distance, birds can faintly be heard greeting the sun as it gracefully peeks out over the distant horizon and creeps in through the curtains and blinds. Subconsciously, my body initiates its waking routine and I inhale my first conscious breathe of the morning. My eyes flitting open ever so slowly, muscles stirring as I take the solemness of the morning in.

You lay there, your cadenced breathing calm and deep. I could lay there and listen to it, watch you sleep as your hair is splayed out over your pillows.

Let her sleep

I slip from the bed and silently stretch as the dog does the same, eager to check in on her kingdom outside. She meets me at the edge of the bed and begs for attention as we make our way out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen.

I bend down and shower her with affection before standing back up and preparing the morning’s coffee. I take care in being spy-like in my actions, not wanting to stir or alert anyone to my presence and endeavors.

With the water warming, I take the moment to collar the dog and let her free to ensure no enemies have sullied her territory overnight. She presses the door open just as I grab the handle and she is gone. I shake my head, understanding her level of commitment but questioning its aim.

My head turns and body follows suit to press into my aim. I steam some cream and slowly add honey in as I froth. I pour over our coffees then add the cream to yours as I check out the window on the dog, nose buried to the ground, she will be at it for quite some time yet.

I grab our coffees and head back to the bedroom where you’ve not moved save the slightest of shifts, unable to truly recall your position and simply replaying every strand of your hair strewn about the pillows and the way the morning air escaped and slipped past your beautiful lips.

I gently place your mug down on your night stand and navigate back to my side of the bed. I swap a book for my coffee on the nightstand and carefully slip back into bed. I’m just opening to my bookmark as I espy the comforter shifting as your leg goes exploring for mine.

You delicately scritch at my calf as you inhale sharply and gently turn toward me. “You already made coffee?” You say eyes barely open but clearly looking for mine.

“Of course love, it’s on your nightstand.”

“mmm.” You shift closer as your hand blindly finds my stomach and you pull yourself in to me. Your hand finds my book and takes it from me. “No books, no reading, scoot down.”

It’s these moments; when you are so clear and determined with your words and actions; I turn to absolute putty. I had spent the morning assembling plans for the day, the week, the next five years until that moment. None of it mattered anymore.

Wordlessly I began to scoot down the bed, a certain breathlessness about my face and well within my lungs. An excited sort of tension building within my body.

The comforter billows up and your leg slides over my body and just as swiftly, you’ve straddled my stomach. Somehow the sun perfectly frames your head and your hair shines like a halo around you. My throat bulges as I attempt to swallow the overwhelming adoration.

Your hands paw my chest as you begin to scoot up. I realize you’re completely naked. “Alittle presumptuous, no?” A likely failed attempt at playful banter.

“Shhh, no talking.” My ears pin back, failed attempt indeed.

The way your inner thighs feel against my chest is the most glorious foreshadowing. The soft sensuality of it mixed with the movement of muscle, I’m enraptured and reeling as your brush through my hair and your shins pin down my upper arms.

Your sex is inches from my face. The sweet scent fills my nostrils and steadies my brain. Your thighs act as horse-blinders to my focus. A terrible metaphor but your magnificence dulling my wits.

As the sun continues to rise, you slowly sink down. My eyebrows pinching inward as I smittenly look up your torso and into your eyes. A carnal flame dancing in each pupil. My tongue slips over my lower lip just as you gently grind into my eager face. Your body arches as your thighs press in on the sides of my face.

This is my heaven. My tongue slowly lapping through your honeyed sex. Taking careful note of your every minute movement, moan, and ministration.

The world outside continues on unchanged. The birds singing their song, the sun lifting in the sky. I could be here until it sets and the birds settle into their nests.

Time only exists in the pace of your movements.