June 22, 2003

The Ardor of Morning

Maybe I wasn't born to love, but simply to yearn.

I awoke this morning, the birds singing outside my window. Rays of sunlight cutting through the blinds illuminating the bed where my love belonged. I began to crave her presence.

I rolled over and edged closer. The thought of her soft skin as I neared made my heart pound. To feel her scooting back into me, my hands grabbing and pulling our bodies together. Placing a kiss on the nape of her neck and enjoying her aroma as we lay there taking in the moment.

One morning she'll be there and I too will be able to love.

Posted by ac at June 22, 2003 11:26 AM

Comments

oooooh, i remember feeling that way.

time will help, i know it's hard to hear, but it's true.

Posted by: michelle at June 22, 2003 06:56 PM

great first line. i wish i had thought of it.

Posted by: jodi at June 24, 2003 09:06 PM