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By darwin Date: 2006 Sep 15 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.15.15.52.19835]] |
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My eyes open slowly, petals unfolding against the morning light. His morning smells lingers pungent in the air with the moisture, pausing before he speaks to me. He is hesitant this morning, as is his touch. His fingers are waiting before they crawl from his side to caress my nipple. "It's too early" I say as his hands hesitate over my swelling belly. The clock changes to 6:53 and the alarms raucous warning rings impatiently. I slide slowly to my side to look at him, my eyes fighting the urge to close again. His unshaven face abrasively kisses me against my cheek, feeling the sand paper move against me as he falls back on his pillow. Our efforts slow- my head a lazy melon finding his blanketed shoulder for a resting place. The snooze button has been hit, time begins notching itself out again. 8 minutes till the alarm sounds.....7........I feel his morning erection press against me expectantly...6......My mind wanders over to the possibilities of 5 minute remaining, can the impossible be done? We've needed less sometimes. 4 minutes now, it's almost too tiring to lift my legs to let him in, the thought of it feels overwhelming at this early hour. Maybe tonight when he comes home, I will surprise him on the couch, like we did that one time. When the sodium lights were just lit outside, the dim headlights of cars through the foggy windows of our living room, our bodies pressed against each other feeding on the summers heat. Maybe tonight then, we'll begin another ritual. |