You stir, as I draw near
with hungry lips
that find their way
in the dark.
Your warm body writhes
as I touch it softly,
even in deep sleep,
you are easily aroused.
Sliding along your form, I stop
briefly, to sniff, like a snake
traversing a palm tree,
overtaken by wild jasmine.
And somewhere, amid dreams with
waking sighs of pleasure, we both find
our reward, only to drift back
into peaceful slumber.


i knew you would find the poetry...










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