I lay on the bed
staring at
the glowing constellation,
a leftover of
a moment of pure silliness.
My mind is consumed with
thoughts of
your mouth on
the mug at breakfast,
the fork at dinner,
the glass of wine.
The end of the bed
dipping under
your knee makes my heart
race wildly,
beat with joy,
fill with giggles.
Your hand is warm
moving across
my foot and then it
caresses my ankle,
squeezes lightly,
moves up my leg.
I grab the comforter
trying to be still.
Wetness and
pulsing want
consume me as
your mouth kisses
a trail of love
and longing
up my leg.
You stop,
breathing in
my scent,
my desire,
my love for you.
Your tongue
taking that
first
tentative
taste.
My. Breath. Is. Stolen.You are suddenly
drinking me in,
lapping me up,
consuming my very soul
until I
give you everything.
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