Warm body under cold sheets
I feel the pulse slow, even though this city never sleeps
The sun peeking through the shades cause my eyes to flutter under closed lids
I start to move to a more conscious state but I'd rather be dreaming about what he did
Somewhere in the middle I remember his presence above my skin
I feel his energy pulling mine up as his lips moved softly to my cheek, and then pressed in
I sigh happily because I think I must still be dreaming,
I feel my lips get wet in anticipation of what I'm needing
The softness of his touch contradicting how voracious he was last night
Like my passion was something he could just could ignite
He just sets my body on fire over and over again
I fight the love until my body starts to throb and just give in
Again I feel his energy come closer to mine
Feel his lips press against my lips, then my eyes.
I smile
He whispers "I love you" and his voice is so soft and deep
My eyes are still closed but my body is far from asleep
He kisses my forehead and I can feel my love start to form puddles of pleasure
Contract the muscles surrounding my passion to relieve some pressure
Lazily I drift back into a state of bliss
Remembering the satisfaction of every kiss
He stays a moment more, touches my hand before he leaves
I wake up recalling his actions like they were part of my dream
But I still feel his energy; I can relive each scene when I close my eyes
Thats my good morning, and I'll savor it, until he's back to give me my good night...
