Goddess of the Morning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  No Houses

A memory that will never fade. The mornings that made me smile, once upon a time....

I can feel a shifting, a slender form lying next to me rises. As the covers fall a unique and wonderful combination of her scent and shampoo create the sweetest perfume.

Instantly my body awakens to her subtle calling; my eyes open to the ceiling. I push back on the pillows and lift my head...there she is, breathetaking.

I watch her move elegantly across the carpet, each step a significant moment, she makes my heart race effortlessly; silently unaware of her power.

She stops, feeling my gaze. She turns her head slowly, luscious blonde hair cascading down her back. She rests her chin on her shoulder, closes her eyes and stops time, slowly opening them she gives me a smile that would make a thousand roses ashamed to bloom.

Perfection couldn't come close to describing her in that moment, a goddess; an angelic figure, I shouldn't allow my unworthy eyes to behold such beauty.

I cannot help myself, I give in to her soft smooth skin commanding my attention. She sways her hips slightly and smiles again. My god just look at her, delicately sensual, sexually exsquisite.

I walk up behind her, placing my hands on her hips she slides her fingers between mine; exposing her neck, allowing me the pleasure of kissing her softly. She brings our hands together on her stomach, giving me a little approving moan as my kisses travel through her veins.

My bare chest presses into her back. She lets my hands go and suddenly turns. I pull her close as our lips meet and slow dance to our hearts beating in unison. She fills me with passion, giving me courage to explore. I kiss her neck slowly finding the special place that forces the breathe from her.

I navigate towards her breasts, each one a forbidden delicacy, my hunger is insatiable as I take each between my lips, letting my tongue taste the sweetness of her nipples.Her hands run through my hair as I trace kisses over her stomach; my hands slide down her back, each now taking a divine cheek and gently squeezing, reassuring this gorgeous angel of her perfection.

My kisses reach their intended target, up and down her inner thighs they caress and coax those intoxicating shudders and moans from deep within her soul. I'm lost in her sweet temptation, delving as deeply and softly as I dare. Her hips guide me, her hands in my hair asking for more.

It builds, first like the fall of snowflakes on calm waters, sending ripples of pleasure across the surface, and then...an avalanche, overwhelming. She gives in and lets me witness her body writhing in the ecstacy of the moment.

I stand looking into her eyes, those eyes that would steal the life from me if she wished it. She stands on her tip toes, kisses my forehead and smiles, giving me a sly wink.

As she walks up the stairs I take in the miracle of her beauty one last time. She turns on the last step and with three words reaches into my chest and takes my heart, "Morning my Love."


Submitted: January 24, 2016

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Jeff Bezaire

It is my deepest wish I find a love so pure and authentic like this. To be unafraid to express one's love is something so many people have trouble with for fear of being criticized or mocked, but it's a beautiful thing when two people can be who they are and express their loved without worry of being belittled by the other.
I can imagine the look in her eyes must steal time every day she opens them.
You are lucky, sir.

Sun, January 24th, 2016 11:31pm


Thanks for the comment Jeff. Yeah it's bittersweet some times. Everything is so vivid and clear in my mind and in my dreams, then I wake up and realise it's no more. If you find something like that never let it go. I was once a part of something amazing but we both had a lot of growing up to do, maybe one day it will fall into place again....I pray for that day. I hope you find that love one day though, it turns any man into a poet and artist. Have a great day and thanks again for taking the time to read this.

Sun, January 24th, 2016 10:13pm

L.K. LilLoCksea

I don't I have the words to explain what just went through me, so Ill stick to the script.
This is so enthusiastically passion filled and so damn tempting, your description of her beauty and elegance is without a doubt written from a man that was or is deeply taken by this sculptured woman and not only by her beauty that is.
You talk so deeply and truthfully about "her" it seems like a memory - a very good memory, one that should be cherished.
I think this is your best piece yet, just because it is written from the heart, from you.
Finally something that breathes a little light upon your personal emotions deep within & I dont mean that in the wrong way.
Thank you for sharing!

Mon, January 25th, 2016 8:35am


Thanks so much for the comment, I remember these mornings as the happiest time in my life. I hope to recapture this feeling in the future...if I don't then at least I can think on these memories and know what I'm capable of feeling. It's bittersweet.

Mon, January 25th, 2016 12:38am

Fantasy lady

You have described those brief moments of love making so tenderly...its beautiful. I got mesmerised in it. Such sweet, delicate piece of writing. Hope to read more...

Mon, April 18th, 2016 6:41pm


Thank you so much for your comments, they really mean a lot. When I write about that time in my life, the words seem to fill the page so naturally, it's as if they are channeling themselves through me. C'est la vie

Mon, April 18th, 2016 12:51pm


beautiful.... i dont know how else to describe this or what other words to use, its beautiful with just the right amount of sexy. really enjoyed this.

Wed, May 25th, 2016 12:18am


Thank you for the positive feedback, I really appreciate it. Glad you found your way around to reading some of my work :)

Tue, May 24th, 2016 11:24pm

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