tim's Bits and Pieces - 28. In the Heat of Morning

In the quiet of the morning I listen to you draw breath.
Beneath the blanket lay your soft skin and my desire
and I long for your awakening and firmness of your flesh.
My tongue traces my lips and I taste you there

So I turn toward you and you are disturbed; softly sighing
I can smell you and what remains of last night’s musk
Breathing quickens and my heated blood pushes through me
I let my cool hand find the warm skin of your thigh; sliding upward

Your lips part, and your strong hands grasp my bruised flesh and pull me
Closer, and lips seek softly; your breath in my mouth; I cling to you;
And I cling to you as we are knotted; alive together as one
In your throes, blood vessels break as you grip me but I care not

And at the end; but never the end, my name is a caress from your lips
I am bound in your arms and you are in me and around me
and I am yours, yours, yours, and the wonder of it ever amazes me
You pull me down and kiss me; and we are close as you say, I love you, boy.

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