THE MORNING AFTER

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I’m laying here watching you sleep remembering all the things we did last night from the moment the sun went down until the break of mornings light. Our tongues danced in a comfortable rhythm of their own making while our bodies moved in fluid motions as our souls intertwined. The taste of me on your tongue is sweeter than wild honey. You had me so wet that I could still taste the desire you built up in me and it’s not even funny. The sounds of our union echoed off the walls and vibrated against my ears with the intensity of a breathless whisper, telling anyone within listening distance how intoxicating that moment felt. If it wasn’t for the feel of your hands gripping my thighs I would swear that it was just a dream of erotic pleasures beyond anything that could ever be measured. I can feel still feel the softness of your skin and smell the sweetness of your breath, the way you made me shiver until I had absolutely nothing left. If these sheets could talk they would tell stories of how they were discarded in our sexual freedom of expressing ourselves, they would giggle and sigh about the things they could not hide. Did you sleep well my incredible lover? Open your eyes and let’s fall in lust once more before we decide to rise. I want to feel the intensity of the fire that burned between us like the ones we shared the night before as I screamed with wild abandon give more, and more, and more. Let’s cook together sampling passion fruit between kisses that make me melt. The strength and sweetness of your love making is the best I have ever felt. The memory of last night still plays through my mind as I try to be satisfied with just a meal, when all I can do is wonder how another intimate kiss would feel. Sit me up on the counter love I want to go another round and to close another chapter, because nothing goes better with eggs than a long sexy pair of legs, wrapped around your waist enjoying the morning after.