Scribble: Sometimes, I hope gender ambiguity can flow with vivid description.

      Birdsong fluttered through the cool morning air, as a pair of sleepy eyes gazed out over the waters, growing lost in the limbs of trees and rustling leaves. A playful breeze tickled bare arms and legs, running its unseen fingers through long, auburn locks, lulling about the shore and its slowly-waking nymph. A yawn teased the still-waking soul, tugging at her smiling lips, as she crossed her slender arms tightly over her chest for warmth.
      "Lovely," a whisper tickled at her ears, as another pair of arms wrapped tightly around the skin of her waist. Leaning back into a soft, familiar chest, the nymph sleepily nuzzled into such gentle warmth, finally letting slip the unrelenting yawn. With a renewed smile, she slid her arms over her lover's own, quietly purring at the touch.
      "It is," she cooed, pressing her head ever so slightly into the warmth behind her. "I never thought a morning could be so beautiful."
      A giggle tickled her ears, as a gentle pair of lips tickled her cheek. "I meant you," came the soft whisper, as her smile grew all the brighter. Gently purring, she carefully turned within the sweet embrace, as her slender arms slid around the warm, inviting waist.
      "I know," she whispered, as a giggle slipped into the air, followed by the gentle sound of touching lips, soon lost in the flutter of birdsong...

Scribble: This is what happens when I listen to Shatner; or, People will probably think me a furry for one word choice.

      Slowly, her eyes came to open, daylight slipping through cracks in the blinds. Birdsong blended with passing cars and voices, tickling her ears with the new life of the day. Yet, the warmth beneath the covers was too much, tempted by the lingering heaviness of her eyelids. She couldn't help but chortle at the conflict she now found herself in, a tired smile growing on her face.
      As she tilted her head to yawn, she winced in pain, noticing too late that her auburn locks were pinned beneath her lover's slumbering head. Trying to suppress a yelp for his sake, her slender fingers gently pulled the captive strands away, eyes drifting to his peaceful face.
      He was still smiling that same smile from the night before. Sleep never stole that from you, did she? she thought, as slender fingertips tenderly brushed against his cheek. Tempted to disturb such peacefulness with a kiss, she let out a gentle sigh, instead gently burrowing into his bare chest.
      "Maybe . . . five more minutes," she purred, nuzzling into his warmth, pulling the blanket closer.
      Soon, they were sharing the same smile.