You and I are in the middle of nowhere. No one to see what goes on, just close enough to have the life of the city and just far enough that we can be totally naked on the front porch and no one will see. Do we live here? Yes. Do we take it for granted? Sometimes we do.
I wake up at 5 am and notice you're gone from my bed. I'm not worried. I know where to find you. You'll be there on the porch on the swing, sipping your coffee, and enjoying the morning. I put on my warm, silky robe and head down the stairs.
I stop in the kitchen to grab my cup of warm coffee that you have readily prepared. I am so turned on this morning by the crispness of the morning air and the peaceful, tranquil life of the country. I watch you out the front window, sitting in the swing. I see your eyes are closed and I hope that it's because you're thinking of me. After a few moments, I slowly open the screen door. I'm sure you can hear the squeaking that reminds you it needs to be oiled. But you don't move, and you don't open your eyes. I love to see you like this.
Slowly, I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around your neck and chest. I slide my hands over your big, muscular chest. I know what it feels like even with my eyes closed. I have drifted to sleep in those arms and on that chest many nights before. You reach your hands up and lightly rub my arms, just enough to let me know that you want me and enjoy the attention I provide. You lean your head back and softly kiss me on my lips. We say our good mornings and know that we are about to be in bliss.