saturday mornings.
waking up gently with no alarm, having a hand run up and down from my thigh to hip to waist to breast, and back again. being pushed onto my back and having my thighs opened for a sleepy morning's dose of lovemaking. the smell of warm covers and mid-morning sun mixing with last night's cologne or perfume and sex. tasting salty skin before a shower. seeing the goofy half-smile that says "good morning. we look like a mess, and i still love you more." knowing each other so well that not a single word needs to be spoken. hearing morning whimpers and feeling wrapped-up, knowing i'm safe and being watched over.
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