Mornings are what I miss most. Yes, most of us wake in the morning anyways, but specific parts of mornings I miss.
Mornings of waking and watching her sleeping. Sneaking a hand under the covers and exploring her body. Yes, I am definitely a morning guy. Soft, warm and supple skin under my hands. Gentle touches that elicit a deep breath and a smile.
Mornings of laughter and playing under the covers. Light tickles and lots and lots of hugging. Feeling the softness of her hair. Holding her hands up and looking closely at them, soft and small. Some quick little pecks on the lips as we roll in the covers in each others arms.
Mornings of wanton, sweaty, eye rolling sex. Anything and everything . Just melting together and enjoying what the other has to offer. Panting and sweating. Bodies joined in any number of delicious ways until we both are spent from our efforts to please the other no matter what.
These days it’s the same routine…shower, meds, coffee, tv and work. I have to admit, I liked the old days better and wish I could go back and experience them again. But my logical mind say it’s over and quit reliving ancient history. Get over it and move forward.
Always forward
Max
