Who am I to speak of love While that ball of sand trickles ever faster through my clutching hand leaving pale reminders in the form of dust Memories of better days yet I may speak of lust
The parakeet who greets the dawn with some ungodly scream awakened me or did he was it still a dream
Or were you there beside me by Morpheus entrapped jet the hair body sleek as quietly I unwrapped those sheets tainted by loving from the night before In my greed such desperate need for now I want you more
Oh that scent of loving I still taste your scream Musky warm Senses swarm This cannot be a dream
You; comfortable a foetus snuggled in the cover I now awake I hesitate will you greet your lover
Fascinated Wondering Do you dream of me Shoulder bared Do I dare Shortly we shall see
Planes of light Shadowing curled into yourself I need to touch you oh so much have you for myself
Collarbone sublimely curved Just a hint of ear Tempting me with ecstasy hiding in your hair Ripples of your spine betray you as you lie Sheet will slide pure delight perfect to my eye
Neck is bent so tempting just one fatal kiss Primal needs foreshadow deeds offering sweet bliss A sigh A movement A nipple now in view I enfold so I can hold spooning into you
Feel me desperate pressing near your core Last entry just an entrée now I want you more
Swollen lips I want them part as fingers slide Sucking heat seems to greet me as I slip inside
Do I hear a gasp; a sigh echoing your love of sleep Hip movement improvement gliding in so deep
Enraptured Encaptured no movement now no sound Deeper still; controlling will feeling I could drown
You; still slumber muscles take control milking me dream ecstasy Two become one whole Feel you Watch you nipples hard as glass Trembling loins we are joined shudder as you pass into that place where dreams are real sleep deep again my lover Heartfelt sighs passion dies I replace the cover ..
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It was fun to play in there for a while