It is dark and we are under covers.
My legs and hands feel
A beautiful pearl-white softness,
Smooth and ready to glide on air.
Strings mixed beyond recognition,
A power and strength in those legs.
Small, tense, smooth warmth
From her ass. Her feet and legs
Comfort and grab me.
How they grab, I do not know,
But there is safety.
Shuddering waves streak
From her body to mine.
My finger tips and the padding
Of my thumbs glide and explore
Her breasts. We kiss and press and
Kiss and press.
We tell each other it is right
If this never stops.
At some point, it stops so that we can
Rest in a soft pillow of loving safety.
She scoots the back of her body into
The front of mine, and we sleep
Mashed and tangled gently, smoothly.