I wake up to hear you in the kitchen. I get dressed and ready for work, our normal routine. I come around the corner and see you standing there. I stop in shock. My eyes trace your form from head to foot and back. I can’t believe me eyes. You’re standing in nothing but an apron making breakfast.
I slowly cross the room, still not sure if I’m awake or still asleep dreaming. I can see the beads of sweat rolling down your neck. You wipe them off with your palm and keep cooking, as if you being like this is normal. You’re too warm. The sweat keeps dripping down your body, making you glisten in the sunlight from the window above the sink. Each step I take brings me closer to you. Finally I can see the strands of your hair, smell your skin. With one last step I bring myself to your back and wrap my arms around your waist. I gently place my lips on your neck and kiss from your ear to your shoulder. I feel you sigh and relax, arching your neck for more of my attentions.
My hands trail down the length of your body. From your shoulder to your hips and back I caress every curve. I bring my hands over the tops of your shoulders and down your chest, slipping them under the thin fabric of the apron. I can see your nipples pushing against the white cotton and want to touch them, to stroke them. I glide my fingertips over each one making them stand up as if they wanted more.