In the morning he wakes me..

The familiar feeling and heat of his touch my own personal alarm clock. His hands rough from years of working. I love the contrast of their grooves against my softness and the way that I always know it’s him when they are on me.

I did not feel him return the night before when his day was finally done. He is so good at being in places without being noticed. He’s good at so many things the average man is not.

He let me sleep even though the desire was building and he wanted to take me.

But morning has come and all bets are off. He pulls at my hips and repositions me as if I weigh nothing at all. And then all at once I am full of him and my eyes open to the sunlight.. a gasp from my mouth presses into the bed.

I know that he knows this is what I want too even if I don’t consent. And he knows that I gave him permission long ago to take what he wants when he wants it.

And as he fills me full of his lust, a reminder I will carry with me throughout the day, he whispers in a voice full of spent desire and tender love “good morning.”

the blood
& the bones

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