Countdown
I wake. You’re still asleep. I watch you; smile.
My finger strokes your cheek. You stir now.
Your eyes flutter open, but sleepy still.
I keep stroking, and you reach back to me.
Your hand on me is tender; my sweet lady.
I stroke your lips. They part, and lick.
My hand moves down; yours follows it.
Now on your breast, teasing nipple.
And down past your tummy. You gasp.
I caress your wetness, tenderly.
Slides in; your breath catches.
You moan and grasp my arm, hard.
I turn toward you; our lips touch;
Our bodies press close and
Our limbs move to entwine.
We’re speeding up, breath
Coming in short bursts,
And I move on top of you
Ready to slip inside;
You are ready for me
And a second later
I am deeply in you
We gasp again as
I start moving
Not too quick
Not too slow
But enough
To take us
As if one
Nearly
Ready
Here –
God!
Ah!
I –
!