Whisper to My Flesh

In this most quiet of midnights
A clock ticks,
Pulling apart webs of dreams

Each beat
Penetrates my mind,
Spreading awareness
to my weary conscience 

My eyes open,
Yesterday’s filth
Like sweat on my cold skin
Staining my spirit
and beckoning the darkness
To fold me in

The sheets sigh
Tug and whisper to my flesh

Your arms slip around my waist
Fingers grasp my breasts
Forearms against my stomach
Heat
Substance
Sliding me backward

Until
My ass pillows to your cock
Your chest to my back

Blood thumping in time to your heartbeat,
I slow my breath to match yours
Relax in your warmth
In the safety of your embrace
And the love in your lips

I close my eyes
And let your heart guide me home