I laid on the couch not knowing he was watching me until I opened my eyes. No smile as he looked at me, we both became alert standing in the living room. His desire became that of a servant, asking me what I would like to eat. A bruised pineapple sat upon the kitchen island and I pointed at it like a child. A smile gave away his childishness as I sat on the barstool. Gently chopping the pineapple, he explained to me how he used to grow them back home. Soon the sun highlighted our greedy fingers as we pushed juicy pieces of the yellow fruit into our mouths. Eyes upon eyes, he pressed his dark lips to mine kissing my sweetness away. Pressing firmly against me, I became queen of the kitchen island sitting on its cold surface.
“Is this how you start your Saturday morning?” I said as he lifted my shirt then softly sucking on my nipples.
“Yes, this is how I want every Saturday morning to go with you.” As he decorates my nipples with pineapples. We both give our best, as he pulls me into a hug. I then become so in love with his touch that I forget we are just friends. Then suddenly he kisses down my neck and tells me, “I can’t be without you.”