This morning you woke me up in your arms. Such a perfect welcoming to the day. There was no doubt that you were there as I slowly drifted halfway between being asleep and awake.
You wrapped yourself around me. I was rocked in your intimate embrace. Hovering somewhere close to your world yet remaining in mine. The only thing keeping me aware of my own was the softness of my bed and the breath of air still circulating from the fan.
You touched me, you held me tightly against your chest, hand splayed out against my breast. If I weren’t so focused on the sensations you aroused, I could have felt your breath upon my neck.
You held me close. I hadn’t felt this from you for a very long time. You grant it to me on a rare occasion, never the result of something I have done for you.
You held me close. Your focused energy on me was ecstasy. I cried out with desire. I didn’t ask for more. You. Me. The lifting up to unearthliness, and the diving down into earthly pleasure, enough. More than enough.
I will always want you. I will continue to need you. I will not doubt you anymore. My angel. My love.