In the dark of the night
I come to you
You are heavy with sleep
As I slide my body
Behind yours.
You shift and sigh,
Settling in to your curves
As I fit myself to you
Under cover of night
And warm blankets.
Slowly you awaken.
Every cell aware of my presence.
I breathe you in,
Your scent,
Your warmth,
My touch.
Your mind floats on clouds of
Aroused awareness.
As my hands explore
Your curves,
Your body awakens further.
Your nipples tighten
With anticipation.
Your thighs flex,
And your pelvic floor contracts
With a rhythmic pulsing that matches
The beat of my heart.
You press into me,
Feeling my hardness against you.
You open slightly in
Invitation.
You are moist with longing.
Your breath catches
In your throat.
My fingers graze your nipples and You
Arch and gasp in response.
My hand explores ever lower,
Enslaving me with its power
To bring pleasure.
You are fully awake now.
Awake and hungry.
Your body is taut with longing.
You want . . .
No . . .
Need
Me to fill you.
I want to feel the
Power of your need,
Your longing,
Your lust,
As I thrust myself
Into you.
Over and over until
Your patience for pleasure
Is lost,
And you shudder and quake
And spill myself into
You sacred soil.
At last we lay,
Quiet again,
In the dark of the night,
Where love and lust
Need no words,
And the veil of fear
Is dissipated
By the heat of
Passion's embrace
