the sun was hot.
you were in a T-shirt and panties as the sun's radiant glow baked your porcelain ass cheek.
as I snuck up behind you.
my arms cradling the most softest person I felt dear.
a kiss to your neck as you cook breakfast.
a quick smack to your ass as you melted to my touch.
the agony of morning sex as you bit your lip.
the smell of bacon and my vibrant cologne deeply lingering.
your black long hair dancing provocatively in the wind.
it was the morning after.
the morning after I told you I love you.
after the night we became more.
the night I actually knew what I wanted.
you.
messy black long locks of hair.
your blue eyes haunting what was now me.
the softness of your skin as I tasted your lips for the first time in the last 24 hours.
my fingers caress softly your skin holding you like something precious.
yet this was a dream.
a rather good one.
that found me when I opened my eyes.
yet I always didn't want to wake.
your porcelain pale skin the softness that I'd die just to have.
kissing you was the heaven I seek.
yet it was all in the morning.
something sweet in my arms.
something sweeter.
the love that saved me from harm.
©darkmocha
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