by Pam L. (aka mysticgamekeeper)
He nudged against me with remembered movements,
sliding himself unto my small frame
fitting perfectly into the familiar spaces
on my receptive skin.
Awakening me with the warmth and the weight of his need.
Heartbeat to heartbeat
as mine sped up to catch his galloping rhythm;
flesh to flesh
he pulls me from my midnight sleep
with a white hot hand of slippery heat...
Motion melds me to the sheets,
need pounds itself against each crease.
we rock each other back to sleep
in spooned satisfaction.
copyright 2008 Pam L.
5 years ago