Watching
You 2
By
Taylor Jameson
As the sun crests over the ocean and the tiny slats
of light filter into my bedroom and dance on your nude
body, I can't help but stare at the beauty that is
you. As your round, smiling face is illuminated I
remember why I always let you sleep in.
I've got a million things to do today, but
right now
all that matters is sitting here on the soft cotton
sheets and watching your soft body rise and fall with
each breath. The soft scent of your aftershave mixed
with my lilac room deodorizer takes me back to last
night's passionate love making. You're the first lover
I've ever known that can be both animal, carnal and
wild while at the same time being gentle, caring and
tender.
You're always a little depressed about your
weight,
but to me you don't seem fat at all. You've got a cute
little belly and chubby cheeks that make me want to
cuddle with you when the world gets too cold. I'm
actually a little envious of your figure, it makes you
look like you aren't a day over twenty-five.
I slide from sitting up to laying back down without
waking you and wonder just how I should deliver this
morning's wake up call. Eventually, I press a line of
kisses down your sun-freckled shoulder and let my hand
slip around your waist and over your ticklish spot.
And as you wake, giggling, and turn towards
me I can
see so much love in your eyes and I know that you were
meant to be here, with me. I love you, Bradley.
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