Sunday Morning

I wake up, look over at the beautiful creature lying beside me.
And think back to times past, lingering moments spent together.
One jumps out at me, some time ago now,
Yet so perfect and beautiful you could be mistaken for thinking it was yesterday.
I woke up next to you, much as I do this morning, thanking whatever god may be for the chance to spend another moment in your company. I kissed you softly on your cheek, you woke slowly, looked into my eyes and smiled. As I looked down at you I was struck with a feeling of calm. This was just… right.
Our kisses became more intense, slowly building up until it was almost impossible to stop what we both knew was going to happen.

Time freezes.

It’s Sunday morning.
It’s early, but there’s light already streaming through gaps in the curtains.
I lift your t-shirt from your body.
You raise yourself to help, both of us trembling.
Moving slower now, your hands exploring my body, mine doing likewise.
Kissing so softly, almost not touching at all, it’s getting hard to breathe.
I lie you back down on the bed, softly spreading your legs,
I lie above you, supported by my arms, but only touching you with my lips.
I begin to settle myself, and just before I enter you, I tell you how much I love you,
Feeling like I need to let you know that I’ll love you always. That it’s not too late to stop.

We could have never stopped.

I was your first, and at the point of contact there was an instant moment of clarity. That all was right, everything was as it should be. You lie in my arms, both of us basking in the connection forged in that single, ultimate act of affection. It didn’t hurt, like I promised, instead it was beautiful.

You doze in my arms, I smile and stroke your red hair. I’ll never forget that one, perfect Sunday.

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