6000 mornings

I noticed.
As she sat.
Straddling me.
Her hair was still black.
Very black.
Mine had more than a little grey.

Even down there.
The grey showed.
Blended with the no longer.
Dark brown.

Mixed with her black.
Moistened, glistening, sparkling.
In the shaft of morning light.
That played across us.
As we moved, playing together.
Welcoming another day.

The light and shadows shifted.
As she moved up and then down.
As my hips rose to meet her.

Wetness that began as dampness.
Now beaded on hair.
And seemed ready to run.
Across my groin.
Down between my legs.
And pool on the sheets beneath my hips.

Her eyes saw my eyes.
And, knowing what I watched.
She slowed her movements.
So that I could watch her lips.
Hug my shaft as she rose.
Drawing me out of her.
And again watch.
As those lips disappeared.
Up into her.
Around my cock.
As she came down again.
As I rose into her.

Each time as she came down.
A small rivulet of moisture would be.
Caused to gather in amongst our combined.
Black, grey, and brown hair.
To be squeezed out by our groins.
Pressing against each other.
And flow past my balls to the sheets.

I watched the sweat that shimmered.
On her breasts.
A droplet gathered on her nipple.
Grew.
And dropped.
To land exactly on my navel.

I giggled.

She smiled.

Bent forward.

Kissed me.

Deeply.
Hungrily.

It was time.
We were both ready.

After 6000 plus mornings.
We knew each other.
And the signs.

In the depths of our kiss.
Her cunt tightened.
Her pelvic muscles.
Twitched.
Fluttered.
She squirmed.
Moaned.

And I forced up.
Into her.
My shuddering.
Orgasm.

From bending over to kiss.
She moved to laying.
On top of me.
Her head on my chest.
Her black hair flowing over us.

I felt the puddle of our love grow beneath my hips.
As we fell into a peacefulness.
Soon to be broken by the days actives.