I wake to the warmth of the sunlight pouring through the cascading window. A magnificent breach into the rest of the world, and yet here I was, in my own world, with you Feeling the ardour of the aubade wrap around my body, enrobing my thighs, round my hips, inching its way up my bare chest, to my neck, leaving my skin erected in its shadow. I look over at you, bright eyed, joyous, golden caramel flooding out of my eyes, feasting, on your glorious face.
I lift my hand to your face, trace my fingers across your cheek, fold them around your jaw, drag my nails softly along your neck, allowing my fingers to loiter around the dip at the bottom of your throat where the sunlight has pooled on your flesh, momentarily distracted by the light and shadows playing on your skin. Unbeknownst to me you are watching with amusement as I draw my gaze further down, mesmerised by your body. You disrupt my worship by taking hold of my chin and tug it up, we are face to face, for once, your usually luminous eyes are shrouded by the darkness of shadows; adding to the hunger I can see etched all over you, mine are bright, warm, reflecting the morning sun, alight, for you. Your lips break into a heart-stopping smile, luring my face closer to yours till I can feel your cool breath against my lips, your smile grows bigger and with the lightest touch, you brush your lips on mine, as you do, I feel a whisper “Mornin’ babygirl”. Read more »