We've all wanted pampering among disheveled sheets, we've all wanted our eyelids caressed by the sun in a man's bed. Maybe we wanted smoky morning kisses and two-scented coffee steam. Or let's pretend we're still asleep so we can lean under his lips on our body, undulate our bodies to the notes of the child's smile. Let's nestle in there and be hugged, let's put our hair on the pillow, only to realize later that we put it on his face. Let's pull the duvet and tuck it between our thighs lazily or get out from under it just to get a breath of air. Let our smiles be pampered under sincere caresses, let us be ourselves, without make-up and without masks, let us look unashamedly, with tousled hair and sleepy faces, let us push our bottoms into him and get him out of bed, just to rushes with his nose to our neck with noisy kisses, so that then whatever he wants to happen will happen.
To be morning with a man, you must be his morning. To wake him up from his routine, to rub his soul against his eyes, sleepily, when he looks at you, thinking he's dreaming. To be the revelation of a correct man in relationships with women too hasty to change his curtains, too hasty to cook him breakfasts after a simple night, too attentive to study him to spread her tentacles through his life or too busy to dream of how to- alters her apartment to realize they will never live in it.
As much as you want to be held, get dressed and go. Because those arms will not hold you, they will stay inert over you out of obligation until the moment you fall asleep and you will still sleep alone. Alone and in strange beds. You get dressed and leave, and if he makes a problem that he's been drinking and can't take you home, you can come one more time, if he walks you to the taxi, then you can come one more time. If he doesn't, that's ok, it was a choice and you decided how far it went. You dress and leave until she wants to sleep with you, until she begs you to stay and you stay when you feel she deserves to see you naked, freshly woken and unmasked, until then she can beg you. When he wants morning sex, and you wouldn't be bothered by the outside light in any way. Until you want, until you feel.
Have you seen how helpless they are in front of women's hair? They are adorable when they fight with our hair and blow and blow and to no avail, it's all over the face and all in the mouth. But they are adorable only when you are dear to them, otherwise they are nervous. And they don't want to suffocate under your hair in the morning and get tangled up in it unless you've messed up their thoughts and routine, unless you've suffocated them.
Don't drag him to see sunrises, far too romantic for what he doesn't feel like doing. Instead be sure of your choices and you might be his dawn, be his hope among so many evenings with stubborn women to stay until the morning. You know how tired they are of sleeping with women they have no feelings for? Tired of women taking over their lives after a one night stand? Don't text her "good morning" after. He got so much, you'd be surprised if he didn't. Let him ask, including those evenings when you get dressed and leave. Ask if he wants more. And be it between the two of us, on the one hand he feels ok that you are not staying and he can sleep as he wants, on the other hand he will ask himself questions and guess what, the answers are up to you.
Be smart, don't ask men what they can't give and don't give them what they don't deserve. Ask if they want and give if you want. But do it in such a way that things are clear to both of you. Be Olympian in his thoughts, and he'll beg you to stick around. Be a man's morning first and then you'll stay for months, maybe years...
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