What I Miss Most Not Having A Man

images Sunday mornings.

The one morning a week when there’s no clock to punch…the one day you can loll in each others arms till your heart’s content.

It’s also the day when my geisha girl comes out at her fullest, scurrying away to plug in the coffee and grease a cookie sheet. When he murmurs, “Where ya goin Darlin?” You whisper…”Sleep Sweetie…I’ll be right back.”

You lovingly cover him up, his long, lanky frame in a well deserved rest making him look so much younger than his 60 plus years. Yes, even my imagination is age appropriate.

When people say, go find a younger guy, I laugh. For what? I want an older guy who can still canoodle like a school boy while teaching me something, if not for him, I’d never know.

That’s sexy…to be well-read with the gift of sharing with your lady fair.

You hang onto every word, your heart pumping, legs entwined like tangled yarn…you notice how young he still looks, especially when he’s talking about what he loves….music..books, a little Maltese he used to have…and let’s not forget you.

When you crawl back to bed and he says, “Hmm, what smells so good?” You say, “Me, and the scones I just put in the oven.”

You nestle in the crook of his arm so inviting while he gently brushes your hair with his palm like your dad used to do, making you feel safe and loved.

When the bell to the oven goes off to say breakfast is ready, he holds you tighter so you can’t geisha away.

“They’ll keep,” he says, as you make love like two 16 year-olds without a care (or scone) in the world…

sigh

SB

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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12 Responses to What I Miss Most Not Having A Man

  1. micklively says:

    Nothing tastes better than burnt croissants…………… πŸ˜‰

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, that’s not quite how my Sunday mornings are. We’re pretty mellow, but do our mellowing around the breakfast table and newspaper. My honey is the breakfast chef.
    Your vision is one to aspire to though.

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    • Aspire is such a lovely word. I have that caretaker gene I’m actually proud of. It’s been in storage for a long time now. I miss taking care of someone I love more than I can say. Carmela the basset gets most of it these days πŸ™‚

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  3. katecrimmins says:

    Can’t remember the last time I made breakfast. My bad! We get into a routine. Mine is Starbucks and his is a toasted bagel with a carafe of hazelnut coffee. Sometime afterward we do share the day.

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  4. Elle Knowles says:

    We must have been on the same wavelength this morning! LOL! I’m glad to see you still make breakfast!

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  5. I love your scenario: it’s so idyllic. I do like sleeping in, although for me, it’s usually Saturday, if I can at all.

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  6. gmg says:

    Nice fantasy, Susannah!!:) I thought I was reading a Harlequin romance:)

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