[M4F]Morning Intimacy

The room in hushed shadows.

A crack of moonlight sneaks through blinds.

Barely morning. Not sun yet.

The world holds its breath.

Your shoulder beneath my lips— warm, soft.

Baby hairs on your forehead,

So Soft Kisses to the nape of your neck.

You stir but don't wake.

Your breath rises, falls;
In song so my Fingers can trace along the rhythm of your arm.

Skin like silk.

I recall all of last night.

Impressions of our lovemaking, playing like fireworks:
Tastes, Touches, Tongues, Tightness

You allowed me to be gentle.
Then rough

Skim the surface.
Then sink deeply

Kissing Conventionally, Wholesomely, Almost Innocently.

With Purity

As Well As In Darker More Risqué Modes,

Purity Withdrawn

Sinful Shamelessness Embraced.

With An Intense Raw Desire

Everywhere on your body was kissable last night,

Every Taste And Scent A Welcome Sensation.

Now

Quiet ripples, and I lightly trace the curves of You at the edge of slumber.

Last night lingers in my morning thickness and

Though I try to not press

You snuggle back into me and softly turn your gaze.

“Good morning.”

You smile angelically.

Kissing Your Neck And Rolling My Hips Against Your Behind Now.

I seize my chance:

“Are You Ready For Round Two?”

The sun waits. I don’t.