after dusk, before the dawn I snuggle up to you fingers run along your spine a gentle snore erupts tracing scars beneath a rib a crooked elbow extends mutterings damp breath the bed starts heating up arousal from your wedded sleep where tenderness is enough peacefully my heart finds rest between the sheets of love
This is terrific! I can identify with *between the sheets.* This gracefully crafted poem is a silky read, just slides right off my tongue when I read it aloud. :)
I just came from a sexy sleeptime poem at Nordette's den. What's got into you all today, is it the dark nights or something?
This is the style you do best Sara. Loved it.
Ian
Shirine McVey discovers that twenty years of her life have elapsed since she went to sleep in a hotel room in El Paso, Texas. And worse, she is married to a man she doesn't know.
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how delightful! :) excellent
me thinks i'll go to bed now--
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
This is the style you do best Sara. Loved it.
Ian