It is the middle of the night.
The late sounds have stopped,
But the early sounds have not yet begun.
You are on your side, lightly snoring
And I am the back spoon.
I pull the covers over my ear
But I am really not awake
And I place my hand on your shoulder.
In your sleep, you grasp my hand
And place it on your breast.
Half awake now, I feel myself grow turgid.
Your leg lifts,
And I slide easily into your moist opening.
Now fully awake,
I press my hips forward.
You press your ass back into my stomach,
Asking for more.
And I am fully awake now.
I slide down a little lower and move my legs forward.
I am deep within you now;
My balls press against your lips.
Slowly we begin moving.
In. Out. Back. Forth
We dance the dance old as time,
And our breathing becomes as one.
We are both fully awake,
Making small sounds as we consume one another.
I feel you convulse around me
And I feel the semen rush through to you.
I am yours. I love you, and I give you my all.
Gently we subside,
And fall back asleep.
Sometime in the early morning,
I slip out.
You sigh sleepily as I make a snail trail
Across the back of your leg.
I roll onto my back,
And dream of saying, “I love you.”
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