My Cue To LeaveI turn my full and soft body towards his, lying still beside me. His quiet breathing turns thoughtful, his hand touches my face, gently. I kiss his long fingers, running them along my cheek .Do you love me? I wonder, too scared to ask. I want the morning to stretch into afternoon, I want the day to stretch forever. He reaches for the curve of my neck. He kisses my lips, softly.
'Coffee?' he asks.
No, not coffee, not yet. Please,not yet,I want more of you first,I plead to myself.I look into his eyes, he looks into mine, curiously.
'What is it?'
'Nothing' I reply, lying.
He leans over me, his blonde hair playfully framing his face, teasing .
'I love you, you know'
'I know' I say, lying.
He rolls over and sits on the side of the bed. The bed I share with this man I love so deeply and unreservedly, it tears me apart. A love that's so real and so breathtakingly tangible it scares me. I try to think of what to say, what to do, to make him want me a little longer. So much, that I say and do n