GypsyMinx

"Good Mornin' My Love"... Prickly morning beard, sandpaper on my cheek, Soft warmth of lips on my eyelids, still heavy with sleep... I squirm in a luxurious waking stretch... "Good mornin' sunshine", I reply Your hands in my hair, running across my head... Chilly bumps all over again, beginning to stir my senses, Hair all re-tousled, as my day begins so deliciously... Off to work, quick smooches to say goodbye... Runnin'- phone ringin' off the hook... I check my texts..."I love you BIG bunches" I begin to feel the ache-starting in my heart, Working on down to the nether regions... Every move causing a hyper-sensitivity, I move