I awoke to the feeling of your warm body
wrapped around me
and the rhythm of your regular breathing
ruffling my hair.

I felt so safe at that moment.

Memories returned
of a different sort of breathing
as your body blanketed mine
and your strong, erect length
invaded me.
Hands grasped at my tenderest spots
bruising,
possessing,
owning every inch.

Your kisses were drugging.
Your voice a vibration
that stirred my whole body
to open,
to vibrate,
to grasp you.

There was not enough
of me to give you.
Yet I tried
while murmuring a language
of love
and desire
and of my true self.

Can you love me just a little
and extend this morning safety
past the moment
you leave the bed
into the conversation
of the day to come?
Please?

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