Little Whispers

Sunday

Sunday morning, grey day here, listening to the rain.
Got up to make a coffee, back in bed again.

If you were here beside me, asleep so innocently, I'd be atop your body, sliding you deep inside of me.

Your eyes that have me spellbound would open sleepily, lean closer to your lips, so you can nibble hungrily.

I'd love to wake up with you, just once in this lifetime, just to say in that moment, you are truly mine.

And then you could be free to leave to get on with your life, I sometimes miss the waking up with someone, when I used to be a wife.

Never any pressure for this fantasy of mine, the last thing I want is to force you to give up your precious time.

There's still that optimism in my pessimistic mind, though realistic enough to not want a love that leaves me blind.