We fell asleep
Lying on our sides
Cocoon-like
Spooning tightly
Warm silk
In the winter parchment moonlight.
Her breast
Filled my cupped hand
Like a soft warm grapefruit
Breathing...
She had long ago pushed her hair
A-way up
Into the
Valleys and hills
Of the pillow landscape
Shepherded
By pretty
Fingers and lotioned hands.
I could
Still smell the residue of
Vanilla and amber
On the supple shifting dunes
Of her shoulders
Neck
And spine.
My hardness pressed
Against
The elegantly drawn curve
Of her ass
Settling into the crack
Just right
Thinking on it’s own accord
Having it’s own dreams.
It was at this moment that I awoke
And took notice of all this.
The clock said 3:42.
In that cold grey light
Brimming through the frosted glass
From outside
12 degrees fahrenheit
To be exact
I was bare witness to
The soft creamy perfection
When peanut butter meets chocolate.
Of when a breast became a grapefruit
And a cock was free to think
On it’s own
Until the sun came up.
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