A little bit yours

You're not mine anymore
But I'm still a little bit yours

                                                ---  from "A little bit yours" by JP Saxe

I wake up to the feeling of you laying on my back, your hair caressing my face, and your kisses on the back of my neck. I must have fallen asleep on my stomach while stretched out on the picnic blanket under the shade of a big umbrella in the lazy Sunday afternoon sun. 

Giggling, you press into me and wiggle your chest and hips on my back. Smiling, I roll over using my hands to keep your body on mine. Grasping your hair from the back of your head, I gently guide your face up to mine and kiss your lips. 

"There is no better way to wake up than with you in my arms."

You stretch out on me and reach for my shirt buttons. Midday stretches into late afternoon while we explore each others bodies and minds again. It has been years together. It has been years apart.

I show you new tricks I have learned to add to our pleasure. You laugh in delight. There isn't anything that I miss more than your delight. 

It is evening by the time you recall that you are not mine anymore.