NOTE: Inspiration came from many things, three women specifically, two from “This Is By Us”, won’t say who, another “you know who.” “Heaven’s Light/Hellfire” from a Disney movie, a short story I read once the songs “You and Me”, along with “A Moment Like This”, “Bad Man” by R. Kelly and of course my own twisted mind. The story is told from both a goody-goody and a dark point of view featuring the same guy and girl. A morning together, a party, and coming home are the locales; I suppose that’s all so read and you know do what you do.

A work of fiction…

It’s nothing like waking up with her in my arms, just watching her, the sound of her breathing so gentle, and her skin so warm and soft. She knows I’m watching her as she turns and smiles at me, a peck on my lips as she crawls out of bed; I swear just to see that body I’d wake up an hour early so I wouldn’t miss it.

I’ve never been one for breakfast or cooking in general, bless the microwave, but she can cook and just to be with her I find the time. Sitting there with her on our patio watching the day begin for a moment I’m saddened thinking of how my life once was. She sees this and another kiss and she whispers in my ear T, L, A, this was a short story I once read it means True Love Always.

I think on her beauty, how she makes it seem so effortless, some women try so many things and she, I don’t know what it is but I just want to take her back to bed and she giggles at the thought. She straightened her hair awhile ago and it just rests gently on her shoulders, she has a white blouse and I see just a hint of the pink bra underneath. Blue jeans and sneakers and already she has put every other woman to shame as she sits on my lap, we share a long kiss.

I’ve never begun days like this before; I once was full of such fear, doubt, and anger. What is it about her that suddenly makes the world seem like a place worth living in; I feel such peace.

Dark Version

It’s nothing like waking up with her in my arms, I can feel everything from last night, and yet I wouldn’t trade a sore back or this love for her for anything in the world. She winches for just a second and then smiles at me, her fingers find a scratch here a bruise there, I swear the girl is insatiable as she kisses me; morning will have to wait another hour or so.

I’ve never been one for breakfast or cooking in general, bless the microwave, but she can cook but as we feast on each other, the chef handles breakfast. Sometime today it will have to be more than whip cream, strawberry syrup, and honey but I can’t help it and neither can she. I lose myself to a sad thought for just a moment as she stares down at me “always” I say, “forever” she replies.