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Morning greeted me next to her.
As sunlight strikes my love I am consumed by the emotions that accompany the realization that she is indeed mine.
I have succumbed to this goddess that lay’s next to me and my will is not my own. For if she wanted the world at her front door I am powerless to disagree.
I allow my hands to follow the contours of this perfect being’s curves, as the morning has not yet greeted her.
The warmth of her body wraps me in a cocoon of silky womanhood, if not careful my mind will be lost in this oasis that is she.
I watch as she is captured in angelic sleep, oblivious to my examination of her beautiful self, the temptation to touch her soft lips is too much, and I touch her.
She inhales life and exhales love, I try to collect as much as I can before claimed by spirits in need of a fix.
If she knew how much I loved her at this very moment, sleep would lose it’s grip, and I would be rewarded with her smile.
Many mornings have come and gone with me watching her and wanting her and feeling her and loving her. She is my heart-shaped box full of no more loneliness.
The outline of her body is faint under sheet, but have left a deep impression on my masculine essence.
I fill the air with my love for her, so when her sleep is concluded she is draped in an honest and emotional shelter.
I focus on this flower of mine as her eyes begin to open, and she is drenched by all the love I have for her.
She smiles and whispers to me…………………….good morning.