morning's invasion

waking up feeling like I could sleep another two hours pressed against you, feeling that my whole body is set to your rythm, the rise and fall of your chest, that cacophy eminating from deep inside of you. turning over to beat the clock, to shush the noise of reality that invades my first seconds of realization, thinking is so difficult, breathing is the only effortless endeavor just now. eyes slowly open to take in another sense of the morning, until now I had only the image of you in my mind, the smell of you lingering in the air, the sound of your sleep and the feel of us. you stir, now awake and the invasion is complete.