The sun is rising over the Caribbean as she murmurs and stirs. Still rising from the depths of sleep she reaches across the bed to his pillow and finds only the dampness of last nights ardor on the pillowcase. She is not alarmed by his absence, sleepily she smiles. She knows that in all the years they have been together they have never missed greeting the day with love.
She turns over slowly, the thin cotton sheet falling from her, revealing the tan and firm breasts that he has loved for so long. He stands in the doorway and smiles down at her, his arousal plain beneath the wicker tray in his hands. He moves toward her as she opens her eyes and smiles again. She opens her mouth to say good morning but is silenced as he places a strawberry sweetened with honey on her lips. Breakfast in bed, her favorite meal.
As she slowly savors the rich fruit he places the tray on the table near the bed. Laden with the fruits growing just outside the door and decorated with a single orchid he has plucked before sunrise the meal fills the room with sweet tropical aromas. Aromas that blend perfectly with the lingering musk of last nights exertions.
Gently he chooses another piece of fruit and begins to rub it across her lips. She closes her eyes and tastes the ripe guava. He bends and kisses her sweet mouth. "Good morning" he whispers. "Hungry?"
