Goddess of the Morning

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."