Vanessa's Morning

My eyes hadn't opened, but I knew it was time, and begged for just a few moments more. He pulled me so viciously in both directions as I felt the warm dawn against my cheek.

I had to take them.

I faded back to the previous moment; his soft lips on my neck, powerful arms tense against my back. I accommodated the whole of his body, which had lost itself in passion over me. His heart pounded in his chest. His warm breath brushed my skin and fluttered my hair. I knew I had assumed the most perfect place on earth: the one capable of assuming the considerable weight of his desire; at least for this moment. Nothing could distract us, but less him than I as I pondered his requirements, adjusting my torso to bring him closer. I long to know what he is feeling, thinking. I try to remain silent but my unconscious speaks. It terrifies him. He pushes, desperate to finish...to escape the prison he has entered. I know I cannot fail him now, not at this moment, no matter what I do.

I open my eyes.

It is time. The morning I have awoken every day of my life for.

I pulled up my short shorts and long tube socks. I would not fail him.