In the Morning Light

I wake up early. I can’t sleep in anymore, even after a long night – even when my head is pounding. I wake up early, and I always find it a pleasant sight seeing the curve of your back while you sleep on your side rise and fall. You exhale sweetly with the slightest sound.  The gentle morning rays twinkle through the blinds and dance upon your frame. I want to trace your curves, from ribcage to your tiny waist and up to your hips and then back down the gradual decline of your legs which guide me to your petite ankle bones. I don’t want to wake you. The slightest touch of your skin will encapsulate me, draw me into your back, cupping your succulent cheeks which I can imagine sitting stoic and perky under the white flat sheet. Your milky skin gleams with moisture. How can your skin be so jovial after a rancid night of who-knows-what? My only regret is not savoring every moment because the moments with you are rare. I know I cannot have you for myself. You are not bound to only one but are meant to please many. Your fluid sexuality intimidates me as you may have just been with a man before me and may well be after. At least I have this morning light to admire your beauty.

Your hair billowing out along the pillow still holds its curls, natural like a vine twirled around its post. You take two breaths before exhaling. I stay still wondering if you will stir. You adjust a little to sink deeper into comfort atop my bed. You’ve told me how you like the way it feels, hard enough yet still squishy. I can’t hold myself back any longer. I want to sweep your hair and put my lips upon the back of your neck. Ever so lightly so as not to startle you but to wake you pleasantly. To please you. The only thing I ever wish to do is to watch the pleasure on your face as I touch you. I want to hold your breasts and finger your little pink nipples just enough to tickle the surface of your skin. And I will nuzzle my face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, teasing your sensitive spots with the light grazing of my lips. I reach out to embrace you when the flat sheet is pulled off of your body, revealing a goddess that I would never be worthy to keep. I hear a heavy grunt, one that could never be compared to your voice of bells. I turn my head to the empty side of the bed and am paralyzed. Your hand slides up my belly from behind me and onto my chest as you kiss my shoulder.

“Thank you for last night.”

I can’t shake the shock as I stare at the hairy beast with his mouth wide open, laying where the bed should be cold and barren.