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.