Light is just beginning to seep into my room
It gives shape to furniture, Illuminates pictures on the walls, and faintly smears a trace of gold onto the brass of my bed.
Outside stirring birds are beginning to sing themselves awake with liquid voices.
I glance at the time on my phone. I do not check for mail although I desperately want to. But it is early. And anyway, messages will keep me awake.
I hope that you have written.
I feel my body stir and my heart yearn and I bury my head into the pillows with a sigh.
I begin to slide back into sleep. You are not there, but I feel you next to me. The heat of you. The scent of you. Your skin soft against my mine. I feel your back against my chest. The perfect peach of your arse pressed against my increasing tumescence. Your breasts cupped in my hands.
You whisper something soft and beautiful but I hardly catch the words.
I feel you dissolving into me.
We are floating away,
My alarm sounds urgently.
My day begins.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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