A Lover’s Winter Morn

You awoke early...

I didn't feel you stir and rise

You let me sleep.

You are out having your coffee and reading a good book.

A quiet little morning.

I can picture you, and it brings a smile to my lips

I think its sexy that you feed your soul.

Now please, my Love, come feed mine...

As I lay here, still sleepy, I dream of you in the other room.

I call out to you with my mind, my body, and my soul....

Come to me, My Love, with great fever in your heart!

Let your warmth spoon around me, like the perfect blanket.

Come warm me, my Love, on this crisp winter’s morn.

I yearn for your souls sweet embrace.

My Dearest Love...

When you are near, my body melts into a warm pool of anticipation

My call grows LOUDER.

Join me, I beg of you!

I yearn for your touch!

You feel me calling you.

You feel my Soul, calling you.

I wait

I hear you set your coffee down

I wait.

I hear your footstep gravitating towards my energy

Feverishly, I wait.

I close my eyes...

The covers slide open behind me

A coolness teases the burning of my skin and awakens my senses

(I welcome you)

The gentle grazing of your fingertips up my thigh, awakens my senses

The smell of you, awakens my senses

(my body starts to writhe)

Your very presence, awakens my senses.

As your hand reaches my hip and you pull my body in close to yours,

Goosebumps kiss my flesh

Not raised in vain.

Not raised from winter's cool kiss.

But raised from the inferno of my heart.

From a place, deep-knowing...

You gently place a kiss upon my neck,

I quietly gasp.

Come my Lover, let us smolder on this crisp winter's morn.