I feel your fingers moving my hair out of your way as I gradually awake from a deep sleep. Your breath is caressing my neck, sending little tingles down my spine to my tail bone, setting on route a longing.

Fingers play against my skin. How you hold back your strength to let them dance and shimmer over my shoulders, before they settle to play delightfully with my breasts. A soft sigh leaves my lips as they take up an unmarked trail leading down my waist. Gentle kisses on my neck, the heat of your breath against my skin. 

You move in closer, allowing me to hear your desire rumble within. Your chest pushes against my back. I feel you now. The delicious feeling of your body, surrounding mine. Your knees tucked in behind mine. Your body hardens with a need that is building up inside against my ass.

I don't deign you access, never have, never will, as your fingers continue their journey between my legs. My sighs move into soft groans of delight as you work your magic within me, on me.

I feel you pull away from me a little to shift me onto my back. I can see you well now in the early morning dusky light. Your eyes shine so brightly. That little smirk of success on your mouth.

You whisper words of love that just melt my soul. Your knee pushes its way between my legs to make room for you to settle between. I don't mind in the least, in fact, I help by wrapping my legs around your hips. Your eyes never leave mine as you slip into me. It's always like this with you. From the first touch, I am yours to have. My body always seem to spring to preparedness with anticipation and lust.

Your upper body's weight is taken on your elbows as you slowly pump into me.

Each withdrawal is a slow movement, every thrust deeper and even slower than the prior, as your eyes continue to hold my own. Your faint chest hairs are teasing my nipples into aching for your mouth.

A tear of repletion slips down my cheek. Your tongue is quick to flick out and catch it before it falls to the pillow. Your words of love are beautiful and just what I need to fill that part that was feeling a little hollow.

Your slow intoxicating lovemaking starts to take on the urgency that is ours alone. Thrusting hips, wet slicking noises arising from our joined bodies. Mouths plunder and fingers cling to each other's bodies, which are becoming slippery with sweat as our temperatures rises.

I can feel my completion reaching a height before my mind goes blank as I fall over a cliff of ecstasy. I can feel you following me down, down back into the softness of the mattress. I love this feeling of bliss you gift me.

But coldness hits me. I open my eyes in a flash. Something feels so wrong. I can't feel your heat anymore. Your touch is gone. I can't smell your scent or hear your breath. I roll over to view your side of the bed. You're not here, you're gone.

My hand reaches out to touch your pillow; a tear creeps from the corner of my eye as I bring your pillow to my chest, curling up around it into a ball. Through the early morning light, I can make out the scrolled calendar on the far wall. The dark cross mark the days we have gone past, then blankness of days yet visited. My eyes travel down to the large circle that marks your return. A sigh leaves my lips, my endless longings for you are hard to live with, But you are worth this inflexible wait!