a quiet morning

the sun peeks over the horizon

in his arms, she stirs

he clings to her waist,
freshly awakenened from his slumber—
still groggy

idly, he caresses her smooth belly—
exposed from her tank top riding up
in her sleep

she smiles, indulging in his touch

it’s sunday morning

the sun is out, full force—
crowning the walls with a golden halo

they go for a quick wash together,
shooting the breeze and having a laugh
while brushing their teeth
in their underwear

she leads him back to their bed,
their quaint love nest

playfully, they dive under the covers—
seas of silk and skin

his heavy stubble was apparent,
and her features remained unobstructed by
unnecessary cosmetics—au naturel

pause:
they break for a little lovemaking session—
slow, but passionate, and *very* satisfying…

when they catch their breath,
he covers her forehead with kisses
as she counts freckles on his body

they make their way to the shower

after some time there…
he cooks them breakfast—
they sit at their worn wooden dining table
in the kitchen of their humble cottage

they don’t need expensive things
for their love to thrive…

she sips her tea
and glances at her lover
over the rim of her cup—
only to find he’s already looking at her

she’s caught off guard,
and laughs

he thinks she’s sweet,
and laughs too

she raises her feet,
now dressed in slouchy,
chunky knit socks,
to give him a gentle (but swift) kick

a game of “footsie” ensues…

no one cares who’s winning…

time spent together is all that is required…

more laughter…

sweet pecks on cheeks and lips shared
while reading some strange
and obscure novel together

he finishes his coffee

… ah. Warm and comforting,
like her love

a sweet sunday, indeed

☕️

Just a bit of domestic fluff~
Another Poetizer import.

photo credit:
taylor hernandez // Unsplash 📷

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