The morning.

When I woke, you were still asleep, looking resplendent as the morning sun lit your hair, like backlighting in a photo-shoot.

I wanted to make you coffee, but I could not tear my gaze away from you. I was transfixed as I thought about last night’s passion. My mouth was sore because of how hard we had kissed.
This level of passion was more than just electrifying or sky high, it was a hallucinatory experience.

As you opened your eyes and smiled at me, before I could say Good Morning, you gave me a long lingering kiss which evoked the wonderful feelings of pure bliss from last night.

Coffee can wait.

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