Yesterday was so much fun. The hangover is not and I’m hungry as I’ve ever been. I smile when I see you there naked lying "a cote de moi" in all splendour. I quietly slip out of the bed to let you sleep a little longer, just enough so we can have a do over. I take a shower thinking about what I’m going to prepare for breakfast, eggs, pancakes, both? As I get out of the shower I see some movement in the bed. The sun has finally shined in your eyes and you start to move slowly enough so that I can peek at the side of your hip smooth and perfect but not actually being able to see it all. It drives me crazy how infatuating your skin is. How your smell filtres through my pores and enerves every single sense in me. I lay next to you and barely touch your thigh with the tip of my fingers. Not pressing, just caressing very gently in order to feel but not to make feel. The white sheets make the sun light up the room as if it was a thousand bulbs. Not a better image of you. Your hair looks like it’s been painted by Renoir in his fat paint technique.  The room needs to breathe. I open the window and let the breeze of the air join our little morning routine. I stop and smell the air. I fill my lungs with the gentle breeze of morning with a subtle mix of soil, rose perfume and coffee. I feel tired but great. I grab your hand and kiss you on the lips, you, barely awaken, hug my arm and pull me down so you can press your cheek next to mine. You whisper "kiss me as if you had never kissed me before and you’ll never kiss me again", I put my  hand in the back of your head and slowly I lean towards you. I smell once again your natural scent and shiver. Nothing matters anymore, it’s just you and me and our perfect kiss.