He comes just before Somnus takes me.
A spicy fragrance drifts over me;
I inhale slowly, savoring his scent.
His warmth softly envelopes me.
I moisten my lips in anticipation
of his first sensual kiss.
His lips brush mine, delicately at first,
increasing their pressure slowly
until I moan my need for more.
Liquid fire burns through me
as his passion ignites desire.
My breasts swell under his touch --
nipples harden, pushing upward
for the touch of his hand, his mouth.
The ache intensifies as my hips thrust upward,
as my legs part to reveal the soft, wet petals
hiding passion’s portal.
He takes me, thrusting his full length
as I writhe, caught between pain and pleasure.
I tear at his back, begging for more --
more of his hands, his mouth
his sex, his soul.
We ride together, pushing and pulling,
stroking and sucking,
licking and kissing,
until the climax is reached --
First mine, then his, soaking our joined bodies.
In the cooling aftermath
I reach for him to find
it was only Morpheus
fooling me again.