With Tired Eyes

I see you with tired eyes. I see you above me, riding me, dragging me willingly into your blissful moment. I can taste you when i lick my lips and smell you on my hands.

I see you with my skin. I see you around me, against me, moaning my name and crying out in ecstasy. I see your thighs wrapped around me and your back arched from the bed. I see you moving with me like some perfect dance we already knew the steps to. You lead, I lead it doesn't matter.

I feel blasts of heat emanating from your body and bold electric jolts pulsing all around us. I feel your heart beating quick time in your chest against mine. I feel your breasts against me, in my hands, in my mouth.

We are together and wet with love. We are bliss and laughter and happiness. We have found unity in the physical that calls to our emotions, our souls, asking to come, to join this sensual ride through our bodies and beyond.

I can almost feel you laying next to me. I can almost move my hands to touch you, even knowing you aren't there. I can almost smell your hair, and still, as I think on you and all the world fades away, sleep overcomes.

And thoughts of holding you follow me into my dreams...