The morning sun slips through the blinds,
Casting lines of light across his face.
From the doorway I watch as he sleeps,
Remembering the previous night’s passion.
The only movement: the rhythmic rising of his chest.
One leg sprawls atop the tousled sheets,
The other hides, tucked snugly to his side.
Slowly I slide next to him,
Breathing in his sleepy smell,
Reveling in his body’s warmth.
He shifts without waking, opening to me.
I place my head on his shoulder,
My body presses next to his.
An effortless act repeated countless mornings,
Yet I am moved by the knowledge
Of how we have worked to make it this easy.
He turns to his side and pulls me close,
Surrounding me with his strength.
I close my eyes against the dawn
Secure in the safety of his love.
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Everyday is a blessed miracle, and hopefully each better than the last!
~Gods and Goddesses Bless~
This is a wonderful piece, you should consider yourself blessed.
-James
And where did this redhead go all these days?
Missed you, Leysa
Love from India - Joel -
Erin
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