Morning Cream

1. The dimness of the old Phillips clock says 6:21 , 2/14/2022…it is the day of love. The warmth of the wine and laughter from last night has been replaced by a flannel sheet and the old hand sewn comforter from a decade or two ago.
   
   In the calmness of the room the most basic of all needs is present as you inhale then exhale in a rhythmic chorus of life. The silhouette of your shoulders and hips are traced by the single gleam of light sneaking its way in between the old sheets serving as curtains….i think , what is there not to love about this old cabin on this day.
   
   I slowly slide across until my chest reaches  the ray of light and feels the warm of my old shirt u slipped on a few hours previously, my legs bend at the knees allowing our thighs to share.
   
   The warmth has stirred your body and awoken your mind as our hands find each others and a kiss is delivered to the neck, the softness is such that the kiss extends to several. You take our hands and slide them to your soft thighs, where they separate and we each enjoy the power of the bodies largest muscle as a certain rhythmic cadence is taking over our hips.
   
   Sliding my arm under your shoulders the firmness of the embrace is solidified as our breathing is synchronized. i move my  hand , brushing your breast over your neck and paint the outline of your nose , eyes and mouth softly with my fingers , your head tilts back allowing our lips to meet as the intensity of our morning dance elevates.
   
   The old shirt is only partially buttoned and in the ray of light your breast is clearly exposed as my hand slides into the opening. The soft beautiful tenderness is only exceeded by the firmness of your nipple as it finds its way between my fingers and the intensity of our kissing.
   
   You finish unbuttoning the shirt and pull it off, the exhilaration of total skin on skin has increased the cadence of our hips , thus developing a   Glow of lubricating  perspiration between us while allowing unobstructed access to your hardened breasts, neck and face.
   
   Without any deliberate advance you place your top leg on mine  allowing me to move my hand and find panties made of what seemingly is your skin.
   Your body slows and stiffens as my hand finds its way over you, alongside your glowing thighs and traces the defined lines of your wet lips. My finger moves easily and with each movement there is an increase in the dampness and the intensity of our hip cadence. A calculated movement of the finger and you are totally exposed and my hand has complete control of the erotic anticipation .
   
   You grab my hand and force my finger inside you which is met with a low and steady moan and push of your hips onto my erection . One finger is now two, you tilt your head again our mouths meet just intime for you to eject and cover us with your hot ladyness
   
   Our torso’s are sliding freely as a result of the heat under the flannel as your dripping panties are removed and our pelvis’s meet . my fingers have a nipple firmly tucked between them as you reach behind take my penis and guide it perfectly into your hot invitation, we move in perfect concert as My movement increases to a thrust with one hand on your pelvis and the other on your neck. The ramping of passion and breathing systematically increases, i am steel hard and the slapping of our pelvis’s is perfectly timed, u tilt your head and as our tongues find each other we jointly explode our erotic elixir over the other.
   Happy Valentines.

I love the early morning, the whisper of a cool breeze over my bare shoulder as the open window allows the melody of the lake waves to fall onto the shore, the first shards of light penetrating last nights dark sky , the love affair with my own pillow and the feeling of warmth as my arms gather you into the stillness of the dawning day.

This is the joy of breathing and being with the one you love.

Good Morning.

Pillows, White Linen and Skyn

The morning has broken as they stir under the crispness of the white linen. The room is warm and quiet as my mind traces your spine with the tips of my fingers, your skyn glides to mine.  The warmth is soothing as I kiss your neck, my finger nails begin to chart a path from your calf that with little effort flows over your thigh, pelvis and advancing along your spine as our bodies tighten into one.

With some adjustment of pillows and linen I position with my back against the headboard sitting upright with my legs wide, you allow the white to slide from your bronze torso as you sit up and transition your back up against my chest. The warm air from the vintage fan circulates slowly as your head falls effortlessly against my shoulder. The mirror on the far wall picks up the smooth gleam you produce from the oil application a few short hours ago. You turn your head slightly as our lips meet in perfect unison, the raindrops of fresh oil fall softly over your chest.  Gravity forms the droplets into streams as they flow over chest , breast and nipple providing us with a morning dance that reflects in the mirror as a sunrise would breaking the height of land then piercing the stream at first light. . As the stream widens it encompasses your nipple and without touch it begins to fill with anticipation.