Overnight

I watch him,
the way his eyes glide over me,
wishing they were his hands instead.
Taking note of how he moves the pen between his fingers
the way he pulls on my lips in bed.
Seeing the way his brow furrows, when he doesn't get a line quite right.

His face, so familiar
in my memory and beneath my hands.
His shoulders, always warm
and soft upon my neck.
His stomach, hard with muscle
and delicious under my tongue.

A perfect dream, exploring him
running, licking, pulling, kissing
lips soft but firm
knowing where to go
how to perfectly fit to mine.

A perfect night over.

Reviews

[Chris]

Warm and tender thoughts and dreams expressed with love.

[That_Guy]

beautiful. Very very nice

[Persephone]

Awesome poem - quite erotic, great work - thanks for sharing!

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. exotic poetry ...
. beautifully vivid and expressive ...

[Pi Cee]

Thank you.

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. you're very welcome :) ...