Awake, and it’s that weird time… is it Friday night? Saturday morning? I’m unsure.
In this moment between day and night, I hear your soft breath. Your stillness and peace settle into my being as I tune out the world. Moments pass as I listen.
I turn to face you. Your beauty is astounding.
Your eyes flutter open and you look at me. In a state of silence, we lock eyes. Breath, stillness. A smile. The moon is big, and I can see the glow on your skin. Uncovered shoulders, collarbone bare. Your hand finds its way to my face and the warmth of it on my cheek gives me chills.
I can feel my heartbeat quicken. I try to slow my breath, but that takes focus that I would rather spend on you. A sly smile washes over me. You catch it and are next to me before I can move. Hands in my hair, lips on my jaw. With my hand to your waist I cement our embrace. Breasts swelling. A chilled foot runs up my leg. Heat rises. We are tangled together in this dance that our bodies know well. My lips stain every inch of you with love. Breathing intensifies. Your fragrance fills the air and I am swept away. Away from Saturday Morning, and into you.
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