The eye lashes of the early dawn
Peaked through the silk curtains.
A little, the rays flow over your bare shoulders.
In my embrace.
So, I began to draw,
By the fingertip,
Across your back.
Gently brushing my
Work ridden hands over that soft,
Supple texture of flesh.
The cold breeze from the cracked balcony door curled in my palm,
Licking your spine.
Together, tickling your dimples above your waist.
And the goosebumps rose from head to toe.
Nappy whimpers and messy hair.
Who knew pajamas were sexier than lingerie.
Who knew your naked body was so artistic and pure.
1, 2, 3, 5, steps of walking fingers
To slide up the nape of your neck.
Gently, tugging your brunette locks.
Little scratches and little kisses down your flank.
Well, I shall wrap my big arms around that curvy, squishy figure and pull you unto me.
Where the breath of the 5am world matches mine behind your ear.
Those giggles make me want to break bed frames with you.
The scent of your skin triggers the beast within.
And I am terribly hungry.