Drowsing By Your Side

Drowsing by your side,
your head upon my shoulder,
dawn mist spreads outside the window.

Soft sweeping caress
over each adored breast,
arousing the girls with my touch.

Nipples erect you giggle,
and your breathing tickles my skin,
as I smile, and feel you smile.

Tiny hands drift down my torso,
touching the tufted chest hair,
finding soft curls at last.

He rises, you encircle, I sigh,
and gently grasp your silken tresses,
while strokes grow firmer.

Last night's dreams fall away,
morning light fills the room,
my fingers find your treasure.

Moist and full are your lips,
your entry way to passion,
gratefully rising to meet.

You move, and lips spread,
and accept my pressure of tender lust,
filling the slit of love.

We both move, enrapturing,
awakening all senses to the day,
we move, as we tease and please.

Two mouths now seeking each other,
questing for affirmation,
tasting the nectar of romance.

Hands quicken their urgency,
their pace, their need to arrive,
to come into the moment.

Writhing together, lips locked,
hands working with rhythm and rhyme,
it's time, time, it is time.

And we are present at the dawning,
the beginning, the end,
we come, together we come.