Early Morning by D. M. Larson
It's Early Morning, the time when lovers meet. Enjoying a moment in the warm light of dawn. There's no work for us. No need to slave away indoors. And that's silly when God gave us sunshine to enjoy - by a window - in the sun - with the one you love.
The coffee's brewed – the smell fills the air - so heavenly. We just sit and sniff and soak in the sun and snuggle close.
You look at me with your wild eyes - contemplating love - or some mischief. I get lost in those sapphire eyes, swimming endlessly in blue. A little pat brings me back. "Play at me" you say with your eyes.
I lean toward you - it feels so nice. A piece of my fur is stuck on your tongue. I laugh and your ears go back. Now I lick you in kind and you lean in and enjoy the roughness of my tongue as it caresses you.
Early Morning. Two cats in the sun. Loving the sun. Loving each other - and - loving everything that isn't dog.