Morning Embers.
O love! O fire! Once he drew with one long kiss my soul through my lips; as sunlight drinketh dew. ~Tennyson
The day broke. Cracked and framed within the streams of blue, oranges and red. The sunlight gently cascades through the window. Rising chest. Soundly restful. Only within the dark did we linger within heated embrace. Oh, he slumbers. Hair strewn across the bunched pillows. His body contorted, relaxed, bare. My brown eyes dance upon his form. Penetrating the depths of the pale fire that brought me alive. My hands move, filled with light, warm because of his touch. To graze, one light graceful finger...
Drawing back I bite my lower lip. The taste of him still lingers. Recent memory. Sweet essence. Filling me. I touch them. That first kiss. That one stolen moment created an addiction. Then the last...before I was stolen. My heart breaking. Darkness swallowing me. Hell.
The lustful craving brings me back. To here. He is still resting. I cannot stop watching him. Smiling. I have not slept. I only could make sure this was not some lost dream.
That amorous body. Causing a sweetness within the air. Land drenched under a trembling moon. We eclipsed. More than once. My hand's tender brilliance sailing on the seas of his skin.
The explicit urge we had, my craving for his; for his invigorating elixirs. He moves through my fingers and all my senses ignite. In a soft groove we unravel all our inner mysteries. For him and me... with a sway of our hips our systems glow.
Movement! Within the corner of my fantasy reality brings me back. He is starting to stir. The sun meandering, its rays shine on his closed windows. Framed in light. I try to catch my breath. They flutter open and gaze at me. Cool relaxed eyes. Bliss. I am trapped. He fuels my euphoria and I can only smirk as a smile escaped your face. I enclose upon you. My hands roaming your flesh once more. The magnetized force as my lips drink upon him.
