Descriptive Essay About Love

I awoke in the morning to David nuzzling me and planting gentle kisses on my neck. I was very receptive to being woken up in this manner by him. Charlie was still asleep. I stroked his head and ran my fingers through his hair. A minute later he woke and tightly squeezed me around my waist. We lay there quiet for a few minutes, them holding on to me and I holding on to them.

“What do you want for breakfast Anna?” Charlie asked.

“What are our options?”

He rolled over onto his back and said, “I’ll make whatever you want. I can make pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon….”

I interrupted him saying, “Coffee, bacon, and scrambled eggs.”

“That’s good; I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He said as he sat up and smiled at me. I heard David snicker

We made love in the shower. He was incredible. I was mesmerized by how incredibly gentle he was. Every kiss, every touch was perfection. He was perfect.

Afterward, we dried each other off and continued kissing. I remembered Charlie was making breakfast. Doing this was going to be a challenge. I was going to have to be cognizant of the both of them at all times.

“David, go get dressed and come back and get me when you’re ready,” I said.

“Absolutely.” He said and gave me that kiss again. He put my head in his hands and laid one on me. I felt like I was floating on air when he did that. He finally released me and left my room. I watched him go and sighed. He was so damn beautiful.

I had to stop thinking about them and focus on clothes. I went to my luggage and tried to figure out something to wear. I had a sundress in there that I had worn to the museum. I had it cleaned at the hotel so at least I could wear that. I put it on with a pair of wedge sandals and went back to the bathroom to put on some makeup. I moved as quickly as I could.

When David returned, I was just finishing blow-drying my hair. He made the bed and then sat down on the end of it looking at me. Goddamn he was beautiful. I could not see him and not get lost in how beautiful he was. It was like staring at the

As we reached the top of the staircase, I could hear music playing and the smell of bacon. Smoky Robinson was singing “The Tears of a Clown.”

We got to the kitchen, and Charlie was hard at work making breakfast. He had showered and changed. He saw me and stopped what he was doing and went to get me a cup of coffee. I met him at the coffee maker. He handed me my coffee, and I kissed him good morning.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked me.

“I did. I really did.” I responded attempting to assure him I was fine.

He smiled at me, and I kissed him again. He went back to cooking, and I grabbed a cup of coffee for David, who was working on setting the table. The next song started, and the Jackson Five were singing “I Want You Back.” It made me smile. Charlie was dancing and singing while he finished cooking.

Charlie had fruit on the counter. I started cleaning the berries and grapes and then cut up some melon. The music was infectious. I couldn’t help but sing along and sway to the music while I dealt with the fruit. I looked at David; he was smiling and enjoying the music as well. When I had the fruit all set, I brought it to the table. Charlie came with a big plate of eggs and bacon. He pulled my chair out for me. I sat; they sat, and we started