I don't know when the days
Became so long,
And yet not long enough.
When evening comes
Darkness falls.
Now,
I face you
And you face me,
Still with a desire so strong
That the air hums between us.
It used to scream.
But now it only whispers,
With the accumulation
Of responsibilities.
We share this bed.
Still,
While deep in my dreams,
My body is aware of you.
By instinct it searches you out,
A subconscious need,
An undeniable simmering.
It has not forgotten
The value of your touch.
It has not forgotten
The claiming of your lips.
A feeling swirls
In the recess of my abdomen,
A butterfly flutters.
Its wings stretch,
Creating an ache that must be stroked.
It is before the birds begin
That my body sings the song
That is us.
In the shadow of my consciousness,
The fine hairs of your chest
Brush against my back.
Arms that once rested casually
Have purpose.
Mine raise as my back arches,
Fingers in your hair.
The weight of my breasts measured
By the squeeze of your palms,
Your thumbs roughly tempt
The sensitive knots that have risen.
I grind myself into you
Fully awakened by mutual hunger.
It is in the earliest of morn
That we remember needs
Beyond what the eyes can see.
Your leg wraps around mine,
Opening my empty spaces
To be filled again.
In the moment between darkness and light,
When the heat from our bodies
Creates the mystic mist
We now drift upon,
You test for precipitation,
Then feed me my own sweetness.
You enter me.
The thickness of peace spreads
As you reach deep inside me,
To remind me.
I am still
All yours.
Still,
You are all mine.
We are one thrusting towards one end.
Moans of satisfaction coax the sun.
Cries of pleasure break the disambiguation.
We step through the blue hour
Hand in hand,
Reinforcing declarations
As you flood me with light.
I loved you last night
But this morning,
My love for you is renewed.
With gentle kisses
We welcome the day.
***************
©AvrgBlkGrl, 2015. No part of this material may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical, electronic, or used in any other fashion without the express prior written permission of the owner. This manuscript is specifically written for Lush Stories.
Became so long,
And yet not long enough.
When evening comes
Darkness falls.
Now,
I face you
And you face me,
Still with a desire so strong
That the air hums between us.
It used to scream.
But now it only whispers,
With the accumulation
Of responsibilities.
We share this bed.
Still,
While deep in my dreams,
My body is aware of you.
By instinct it searches you out,
A subconscious need,
An undeniable simmering.
It has not forgotten
The value of your touch.
It has not forgotten
The claiming of your lips.
A feeling swirls
In the recess of my abdomen,
A butterfly flutters.
Its wings stretch,
Creating an ache that must be stroked.
It is before the birds begin
That my body sings the song
That is us.
In the shadow of my consciousness,
The fine hairs of your chest
Brush against my back.
Arms that once rested casually
Have purpose.
Mine raise as my back arches,
Fingers in your hair.
The weight of my breasts measured
By the squeeze of your palms,
Your thumbs roughly tempt
The sensitive knots that have risen.
I grind myself into you
Fully awakened by mutual hunger.
It is in the earliest of morn
That we remember needs
Beyond what the eyes can see.
Your leg wraps around mine,
Opening my empty spaces
To be filled again.
In the moment between darkness and light,
When the heat from our bodies
Creates the mystic mist
We now drift upon,
You test for precipitation,
Then feed me my own sweetness.
You enter me.
The thickness of peace spreads
As you reach deep inside me,
To remind me.
I am still
All yours.
Still,
You are all mine.
We are one thrusting towards one end.
Moans of satisfaction coax the sun.
Cries of pleasure break the disambiguation.
We step through the blue hour
Hand in hand,
Reinforcing declarations
As you flood me with light.
I loved you last night
But this morning,
My love for you is renewed.
With gentle kisses
We welcome the day.
***************
©AvrgBlkGrl, 2015. No part of this material may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical, electronic, or used in any other fashion without the express prior written permission of the owner. This manuscript is specifically written for Lush Stories.
