You'd drug my cup of coffee with an extra shot of espresso each time I'd miss those extra hours of sleep for completing a deadline and wake me up to kisses on my lips still drowning in futility of the past few weeks and still smelling of last night's rum. You'd kiss me deep as if wanting to feed my cells with enigma.
And when I'd be half awake, you'd gently slide your fingers down my shirt and I'd feel your skin rub against my nipples. Ah, your face looking like that of a child who gets that extra piece of cake on a family dinner.
And your fingertips would circle around my navel while your tongue would vigorously move in and out of my mouth at the speed of thunder ,lighting each of my organs with passion.
You'd gradually cuff my hands with one of yours and move your fingers around the sides of my belly. Each of them shunning all the battles inside of me and calming all my demons.
That's how you'd wake me up on mornings that followed stressful mundanes.
You'd get our Morning coffees and place it on the table by the front porch right beside the family tree which reminds me only of you. And then, you'd patiently wait for me to slip into nothing but your shirt and make my way to the chair placed alongside yours.
Sitting there, we'd talk of all the beauty there is in the world -and in you- and me- and us. Discussions on world politics and all those celebrity gossips. Of what made it to the times magazine cover, and what hit the front-page for Vogue and Bazaar. You'd steal quick glances at me as if to tell me 'You're wonderful.'
And then we'd head straight to the bathroom and you'd wash off all my worries while I'd shampoo your miseries away.
We'd dress each other for the day which had in store for us all it's tasks and chaos. And when I'd come home to you, and you'd come home to me ,you'd give me a twenty minute long hug smoothly caressing my hair that would be a mess by then.
Post dinner you'd clear the table as I'd do the dishes.
And in the bedroom babe, there would be romance flickering through the candle light and fragrance flowing from the scented incense sticks. You'd cover my body with your skin and let me rejoice each single moment, each night.
You'd get inside of me with all possible perfection from the mountains to the rugged terrains conglomerated in one. All of those eight thousand nerve endings at my clit rushing with all the god for saken hormones in my body.
And then, as you'd come out, you'd look like an infant coming out of his mother's womb. Leaving a place which was much more like home to come into just another world that he would willingly never come to.
This routine had instilled itself in us and yet, it didn't feel like it in the least.
You my darling, made love to my soul each dawn and to my swollen clitoris each night.
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