Sleeping With The MemoriesLying here watching you sleep;
My face flushes and warms with thoughts of last night.
Something stirs inside; a deep and wanton ache.
My mind drifts back to previous hours,
Your tantalizing lips, softly parted in slumber; their warmth still lingers upon my skin.
Magical hands, subdued by your sides; their rough and tender touch still impressed upon my flesh.
Powerful arms, full of authority and need; the restraint of their embrace steals my breath.
Listening to your slow and steady breathing;
My hand rises and falls rhythmically upon your chest.
Such a fascinating distinction from the hours before;
I unconsciously smile and blush at the recollection.
The quick and shallow breaths of your arousal;
The sharp hisses and groans of your gratification;
Licentious sounds still resonating in my ears.
Aching matures to a throbbing need;
an unrestrained and depraved tightening between my thighs.
Too aware of the heat radiating from your naked form, I press my body into yours;
My leg sliding over your own and exposing my most intimate flesh to the firmness of your thigh.
I rest my head, purposefully running my fingers through the patch of hair on your chest.
Warm breath exhaled against your naked shoulder; quivering lips desperate for your flesh.
LG76 36-40, F 12 Responses 21 Sep 18, 2012