this comfort of you.
My body sensing you near,
your heat ebbing into me like fresh brewed coffee in a mug.
Your leg slides to mine and I wake,
not yet dawn,
but the dusky light of new morn cast shadows in the peaks and valleys of your body.
My eyes trace the familiar mounds and contours that are you.
I listen to the rhythm of your breathing and my urges begin rising.
Softly I turn and blend my body to yours.
My passion turns from ember to flame,
as my hand peels your gown open and exposes that which I seek most.
My need for you can only be met by the wet and warm darkness within you.
I slide soft and slow into your tender depths,
and enter you still in slumber.
Your hips knowingly accept my offer and arch to meet mine.
Our whispers and moans greet the rising sun,
as we plunge deeper into the comfort of you.
