Passing years render memories opaque,
but I clearly recall your playful grin,
your hand on my face coaxing me awake.
"Sun's up," you say, lips warm against my skin.
I allow you to soothe the pain within.
As my legs readily circle your waist,
you thrust gentle and deep, absent all haste.
Over my whispered pleas, I hear you moan.
Bringing your cock to my mouth for a taste,
you swear your love belongs to me alone.