Sunday Morning

My darling Louisa, there are so many things that I'd like to do with you and to you on a Sunday morning. I always daydream about this. If I had usage of my body, we'd enjoy Sunday morning together to the fullest. Our legs would be intertwined and we'd be harmoniously tangled together as a remnant of our night before. I'd wake you with kisses. I'd start on your collar bone and work my way across your shoulder, back toward your neck up your chin until I reach your lips. You laugh but finally crack your eyes open and wake up. You tell me you need to brush your teeth, but I don't care. I love every single detail about you. I can't wait to be in you. I climb on top and straddle over you and trace your chest with my fingers. I lean down and steal anther kiss and draw a trail down your body with my tongue and lips. You are hot and I love the way I am making you breathe...so shallow. You take me in your hands and position me to enter you and I feel explosive, but contain myself for you. You feel heavenly. You and I have a beautiful rhythm together. We go slowly, savor every inch of each other. You bite my shoulder. It hurts, but feels good...because it's you. We are both glistening in sweat. Your hands. Your hands stroking my back take me to the point of ecstasy. Will...you scream my name. I respond with yours. We know it's time. You clinch me tightly with a seething warmth. I spill into you. I roll onto my back and you snuggle into my side. You draw swirls on my chest with your fingernails and I stroke your hair. We doze for a bit. I love hearing your peaceful, relaxed baby snores. I kiss your forehead and you stir. Mother has called to invite us for brunch. We decline because we want to continue our lazy Sunday romance. I crawl out of bed and make you crepes with berries and your favorite cafe au lait to help you wake up. You wander to our kitchen bar wearing my white shirt looking so sexy. I could go for seconds, but you tell me you're hungry. I smile and nip a forkful of tightly rolls crepe and feed it to you. I love you so much my chest could burst. We sit and laugh and talk and eat and kiss and plan. I lazily look at the Sunday times to see what we can do together later in the afternoon. You rest your head on my arm and peruse the paper with me. I nibble your lips and carry you to our shower. We slowly enjoy the hot water flowing and the soft suds sliding down our bodies. I playfully smack your bottom and grab it then pull you into me. We kiss more. We dry one another and get dressed. I love seeing you in jeans with a sweater. You don't know what you do to me. We head out to a nearby farmers market. I open the car door for you and make my way to the driver's side. I drive with my hand on your knee your hand covering mine. We talk and plan our day some more as you play with the radio and I argue with your choice of station. We walk through the aisles of fresh produce holding hands. I carry the satchel for you. We choose an artesanal loaf of bread and fresh cheese and grapes to go with a fine bottle we have at home. I can't wait to get back home with you. Oh Louisa...if only I were able. The things I dream and wish I could do with you. As I am, I hope I make you feel loved and desired and fulfilled.