Morning Love

I see it there in her eyes, the dark brown melting away like warm chocolate, and I see a spark of mischief and lust in the way she turns her attention to me. I smile and we close the gap between us, Our kisses have always fuelled the moments when we cast off all inhibitions, she's irresistible and arousing. She's like a flame, something chemical, elemental and consuming.

The sleep and dreams of night have passed, and now I hold her in my arms, she rubs noses exchanging Eskimo kisses, I press against her and we cuddle the closeness lends heat from the other body and I realise there's a cold draught in the room I snuggle up and we wrap ourselves in a duvet cocoon.

Its morning and we have all day to ourselves. The room is lit by the rising sun, though I suspect it's already fairly high in the sky beyond those curtains. I kiss her forehead. We tumble around in the bed pinning each other down exchanging tickles and gropes. Communication is pretty simplistic, we exchange plenty of meaning in a look or through the position our hands take on each others bodies.

She looks sleepy and I lean on my elbow just watching as, cat like, she stretches into a yawn. My other hand strokes down into her arm pit and she squeals then finds a pillow in her hands as she slaps it across my head. Play fighting again we eventually tumble into each other's arms and chuckle. Relaxing and lying there till she rolls over in my arms.

I feel a thumping pressure in my heart, a surety of the love I feel for her. Its the precursor of the gut wrench other relationships have ended with, an equal and opposite force that makes the risk of loss worth trying for the reward of success. I frown but chase the doubts away and trace a finger over her shoulders.

I smile again and lay beside her. I hold onto her and rest my head on the pillow. The scent from her hair fills my nostrils, my heart registers it's recognition. I hug her into me.

“You ok, pokie?” she asks.

“I'm great, you make me feel so happy.”

She wriggles around and plants a kiss on my chest. I consider myself lucky to know her. I can only hope she feels the same.
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