The sound of birds chirping outside was music to his ears. He felt the warmth of the sun’s rays on his forehead as he turned over to look at his beloved. Freckles spread across her round, full face onto the eyelids behind which her eyes rested. Her rosy cheeks as well as her soft lips were begging to be kissed, and her cute little nostrils were moving along the rhythm of her respiration. Flawless fiery cascades of red hair poured onto the white pillow and down her graceful neck. He could not have dreamed of such beauty, of such perfection. She yawned, revealing aligned snow white teeth, batting her eyelashes, allowing him to get a peek at her deep blue irises. He could drown in them and never have to look at anything else, and he would be fine with that. He would love that. She then glanced at him with one eye, hiding the other from the sunlight. “Hi there”, she whispered, leaning into him and pressing her lips against his. He wished it would last forever, so he grabbed her and rolled over as she let out a surprised laughter. “Well, good morning to you too.” He said between two kisses. He could not get enough of it. He then held her in his arms like only lovers do, enjoying every second of the embrace, gazing into each other’s eyes and forgetting all about the world around them, for each one of them was the other one’s world. Several minutes later, he got up from the bed with the intention of showering, grabbing a towel on his way and leaving the bathroom door open. The man turned on the silver tap. He greeted the warm water on his black, short hair, angular face and athletic body with a satisfied sigh. “Not as warm as her touch.”, he thought. He had shampooed his hair, soaped up and rinsed it all when he noticed a little eye spying on him from behind the curtains. A smile flashed across his face as he opened them, grabbing the peeping-tom by the hand and dragging her under the water. “You are such a pervert.”, he murmured, a smirk slowly taking over his lips, “Peeping on people showering, you bad, bad girl.” “You are the one showering naked.”, she got back at him, smiling. “Next time, you should be more considerate of the people that might be watching you.”. “Well I am so sorry you couldn’t resist this hot piece.”, he said, pointing at himself. “You, in return, should learn to… resist your resist your cravings.”. “Now why would I ever do that?” “Because you’ll get obsessed with me and I definitely don’t want that.”, he answered. “The last thing I want is a gorgeous woman loving me as much as I love her.” The now wet couple burst with laughter. “Shall I?”, he then asked, rubbing shampoo on his hands. “Yes, you shall.” Running his large hands through the glamorous, fire-red hair before him, he could not help staring at his newly wed wife’s body. Her smoother than velvet wet skin was gleaming, water droplets leisurely resting on her round shoulders or speeding down her back, following its curve. Taken away by the heavenly sight he was given, he started sweetly humming, softly whistling, passionately vocalizing, joined shortly by an angelic voice, complementing his, harmonizing, emitting this bewitching, silky musical composure no instrument, no orchestra could ever replicate, for it was the pure, prepossessing melody of love.
