Sometimes I wake to you
Your body curled into mine. The warm press of your soft skin. Your smooth back against my chest. Your curls swallowing my breath. Your perfect arse cushioning my hardening cock. Your feet brushing against my shins. Your right hand clasping mine to your breast with slim fingers. Your sad sigh as the alarm whirrs quietly.
You nestle in closer and I know that you are smiling, and stirring, to my desire.
You murmur my name
Sometimes I wake to you.
But you are never here
@ the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photograph stolen from Tuxette