“Sleep my love,” I whispered 

As she rested on our bed, 

Sated from our evening of lovemaking.

A smile hovering over her lips,

Memories of just a few moments ago.


Her nakedness ablaze with glory, 

Dappled with my seed and scent.


Her breathing, slow, almost silent.

Her chest rising and falling. 

Her soft nipples, 

Moving through an arc, 

Then retracing their glide, 

As her breath exhales. 


Her hair fanned out across our pillows, 

the white Egyptian cotton contrasting,

With her succulent warmth.   

Her beauty, exquisite!


I dampened my lips with my tongue,

Before I danced a rhumba across her reclining form. 

As she moved to my ministry, her legs parted, 

My tongue traveling to her sea of tranquility,

With a great deal of my own pleasure,

I caused a storm to erupt. 


Stealing her sleep, 

But feeding her luscious want.


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