Early Morning Dance

Crisp fall air chases her back underneath
covers to wait for coffee. She presses
against his bulk, the warmth penetrating
her chilled nakedness. She feels desire
pull intimately, ask for attention.

Moist heat spreads between her thighs, responding
to his fingertips down her spine, gentle
insistent pressure awakens, opens
body and mind. The caress of his breath
on her cheek travels across nerve endings,
a path heated beyond any control.

Coffee (temporarily) forgotten,
this early morning dance is unhurried,
easing them into the day, newly spent.

Siobhan
09/22/09