Mornings have become my favorite time as my thoughts and dreams dwell

on memories we create.

The way my finger tips tingle as they caress your bearded lips, idly stroking hair covered cheeks. The gentlest trace over your closed eyes Your breath is slowly exhaled and I wonder Is my touch painful? Do I stop?

As with a mind of their own my fingers keep moving

finding there place around your back of your neck Your breath is warm against my face

As you move closer My heart beats faster Faster Anticipation Waiting for your lips to touch mine Wanting

I wet my lips knowing the intimate dance to come I’m waiting Your lips touch mine lightly Too gently Hearts beat faster Echoing I lean forward into your arms intent on touching as much

of you as I can.

Strong hands on my back dropping lower drawing me closer Not close enough Mouths open wider savoring the taste of passion on each other Hands move to my neck and up To cup my head Fingers snake through my hair You hold on tighter and I whimper my delight Your grasp pulls me forward My hair is loose now Twisted through your fingers Bodies entangled and encircled The front of you is strained against me Hands slowly fall away I open my eyes Looking into yours I see myself and for a moment a

glimpse of your passion for me. and at the this moment my only thought is if you could know

how much you tenderness and passion affect me

And what promise I would give for this moment again

as I tilt my head silently begging for another morning memory.