Flesh. Warm, silky, and long legs underneath the covers. When I wake up in the morning all I want to do is roll over, place my hand above her knee and trail my palm up the back of her thigh until I reach her ass. Then she would stir, but my hand would find its way to her stomach, my fingers might tease her belly button and the tickle sensation would back her body into mine. We'd lay in bed snuggled in our blankets, the crisp autumn air struggling to get in, but our place is next to each other. I hear her purr as my hand gently travels up over her ribs and touches the tips of her nipples. They spring to life as I then cup her breast in my hand. Then my hand returns back down, retracing her body with a gentle massage waking her up to the new day.

Sometimes we would make love. Usually not with a lot of foreplay, but with the sensation of being inside, close and together. Becoming one before the day starts. The world is brutal enough without the impact of feeling your woman has faith in you. Starting the day alone sacrifices humanity.

It's beyond sex. The closeness of a body so fine and sexy in your grasp. All you can do is think about pleasing that person and making her delight in your presence.

I guess I have to realize that pleasuring a woman goes beyond the physical, but emotional and mental. I wish I knew how to do that. I think I've forgotten (or really never knew) how to connect with someone on all three levels. I need to control my patience and learn how to listen better without trying to interject my opinions. Maybe then, I'll find someone soft and warm to wake up too next that will find delight in my touch.