Those early morning hours.

Where it’s cold on the other side of the blanket.

My eyes flutter open.

…

Before our brains kick into gear.

Our bodies move around, seeking warmth.

My eyes look for you.

…

Just as all my senses slowly waken.

Guided by intuition not intention, just seeking.

My hungry body responds to you.

…

That feeling of being just on the cusp.

Where anything seems possible.

Our bodies merge without a sound.