Daybreak

*Note* To those interested in knowing if this blog is based on real life - NO! One can only dream! Lol...no, actually, I wrote this while in training for my newest job during my leave from AirTran. I was BORED out of my mind while sitting in front of a computer for eight hours straight, so our frenzied, passionate lovers were my only solace.
You can't really blame me. ;-)


Lazy fingers on sun-washed skin, the rays of January day-star warm the white room, wrapping the newlyweds in saffron. Crystal prisms dance on the wall, their diamond glow cast off the silver ring adorning her left hand as she marvels at the strange and thrilling weight of it. Bright eyes blink open; a sheepish grin spreads across features in lieu of last night's memory. She recalls the blaze of flames which burn but do not scar as they seared through her veins during the bliss of midnight's escapade.
A small sigh escapes her lips, our maiden unaware that her knight lies listening to her soft breath as he revels in the silky touch of her fingertips on his golden-bathed back. Ocean wave beats on white sands, the hum of serenity floating through the window as the breeze makes love to feather-light curtains.
She inhales the salt-spray air, the aroma of his mingling scent arousing her body and reaching to the darkest edges of her soul. The beauty of recent hours shattered her world of disbelief that such paradise could exist outside of heaven.
A flash of cerulean and she catches his gaze as he casts a worshipful glance upon her delicate features; she ducks her head in self-conscious awareness, the desire to likewise regard him so unabashedly surprising her with its strength. Her chestnut lake of voluminous tresses entices his beautiful hands, their form so exquisite they might have been sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.
Puffs of vanilla clouds surround the lovers like a cocoon, the warmth of the blankets a perfect accompaniment to the cool morning wind sighing through the open window.
They speak with their eyes, azure sky and clover sea meet on a perfect horizon, clear and pristine, free of dark clouds which cast shadows of doubt.
Strawberry lips on creamy neck elicit an involuntary gasp. Lithe as a tiger he sweeps her light frame beneath the delicious weight of his, sinking with her into the snowy jungle of pillows, as together they acquiesce into the quicksands of desire, reliving the fantasies of midnight at dawn.