He sleeps quietly beside me.
He keeps to his side.
He stretches and rolls over for me.
I reach for him.
He never turns away.
We tangle and touch and move and moan. We get wet and warm. Smile and smile and smile.
The clock watches.
He huffs and frowns, forced to leave.
Clothes cover his pale nakedness.
I have the bed to myself.
I never want the space.
I am envious of him, being able to wake up next to such a beautiful, sexual woman.
That space they leave is awful, cold, empty, with just the scent of where they were and the craving of the wanting of return.
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Sitting on the porch this mornng drinking my coffee I heard a voice from the bedroom window talking about that space. On the other side of that coin there are many morning it is difficult to pry myself away from that safe place.
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That pretty much sums up how I feel, when hubby gets out of bed in the morning. Even though I have to get up as well, I miss his hairy warmth beside me.
Katie xx
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Incredibly clever image where he is dressed in the picture, clearly on his way out and leaving your beautiful nakedness behind.
Rebel xox
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Hmmm I’m not sure what happened to my comment. Perhaps my brain ;)
This is lovely and I’m so happy for you. It’s one of the things I really miss when I wake up in an empty bed.
xo
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This is a lovely photo. It’s difficult to look past the arch and curl of your body. You’ve very beautiful. :)
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Thank you so very much! I got lucky that morning!
This is so poignant to me as the nights that we spend together are so precious. I never want the space. I always want to be entwined with him on bed.
A very beautiful picture and moving composition.
I’m a little surprised by how this resonated with so many of you. And I’m sorta sad that anyone can!
Also, thanks for the kind words :)
Hy,
I so love this as it perfectly reflects what I feel in the mornings when Mr. WC rises and prepares for work. If I could take a picture, it would be black as night as he is up hours before the dawn. He leaves my bed and showers and readies himself. I am half-asleep but I crave him. The smell of his shampoo, the fresh scent of his clean skin and the deliciousness of his shaving creme only make me want him to take me before he dresses. I want him to hear my mind’s voice. I want him to wake me entirely with his body. I want him to stay. He dresses and before he leaves, leans in to hug and kiss me. The intensity of his presence is only heightened by the immediate emptiness that follows.
Why won’t he take me?
It is such a wonderfully difficult feeling and I am left for a few more hours to lay there, unable to sleep deeply as I press my face into his empty pillow.
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It’s such a sweet image of you pressing your face into his empty pillow Mrs. WC. Truly. I wonder if it’s a woman thing or if they feel our absence, too.
I will admit that I looked at this for a VERY long time before I noticed TN in the image…. Yes I am a very bad girl ;)
This has such a strong narrative, your beautiful naked body being offered and his self control to walk away… now THAT is HOT
Mollyxxx
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I did the same thing, Molly. I was seeing Hy’s gorgeous body and thinking to myself that if I laid there like she did, Mr. WC would have to take me! But my body doesn’t have anywhere near the beauty that her’s possesses. I was fixated on her for quite awhile before I could read the text (I did notice TN, though).
/blush
Ha! You’re the best kind of perv <3 xx Hy
Sensual words and a bittersweet photo
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Or bittersweet words and sensual photo?? ;)
This is just beautiful . . . the picture makes the words, the words make the picture. Gorgeous!!!
Xxx – K
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Thanks, lady! I still plan on doing that throw-back image thingy that you’ve got going on. I have to dig pictures out of a box!
That’s a gorgeous image and I’m sure that’s exactly how I’d feel if Sir left for work before me in the mornings, I just struggle to leave him laying there.
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Oy! I bet! Life and responsibilities wait for no one, though, right?? :)
Wow! I would have felt he words by themselves were perfection but then you add the picture and they meld so beautifully. Brava and Beautiful!
xo
Awwwww. Thank you!!!
Your picture is beautiful, but it’s your words that really stay with me.
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It was my attempt at poetry (??). Glad you liked it :)
Very nice :)
Thanks, Hannah.
I love TN in this picture. When M falls asleep on the couch I feel the same way about that space.
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The space on the couch?? :-P
I sit here like Molly staring at this image. .. the words are raw and perfect. :)
Xx Lori
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The words are as brief as I’m able to make them, I’m just glad they worked out :)
oh my, how could he leave you?? That’s such a great snapshot of life.
Total “snapshot of life”!! I saw him gathering his things and told him to stay there while I grabbed my phone :)
A beautiful narrative, a beautiful photograph.
I, too, hate the moment when I realise that M is gone from the bed. (He is first up every weekday morning.)
You really have done an amazing job with this image. The landscape of your naked body and the hint of TN in the background … Clever, clever girl.
Jane xxx
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That’s a beautiful image and sentiment. As one who usually sleeps alone I miss that all the time…
~Kazi xxx
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Super sexy!!!!
xx
I can relate to this. We’ve got a nice big bed, and nothing makes me sadder than sleeping alone in it.
Jack (and Jill) recently posted…Sinful Sunday: Before the Mirror
un réveil d’un de ces matins
nus bassin contre bassin
ta chaleur m’embrase
cuise mon désir comme la braise
ta main qui cherche
se referme sur moi
tire sur mi
haut pendu
tiraillé de gauche à droite
poigne plus étroite
sur moi s’active et se hate
douceur oit
et puis la symphonie éclate
assourdissante et écarlate
pour finir en pluie, moite
So I got distracted by the words and then when I went back to the image I was stunned by that too. There are so many great Sinful Sunday images this week!
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