The room is dark


    The fire burned out long ago


    Just a whisper of it still remains among the coals


    My shoulder aches


    My arm is senseless


    Yet I dare not move


    The sheets are crumpled


    Bunched up and twisted uncomfortably beneath me


    Her body is wet


    Glistened with sweat


    As is mine


    We glow gold


    The lingering embers


    Casting their charm upon us


    The scent around us envelopes


    It''s thick and heady


    Yet clean


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    Honest


    Our hair is matted


    Tussled and strewn


    Betraying the passionate accord


    We sojourned so slowly


    When the fire was raging


    Her sensual sonnet still sings in my ears


    Her teeth dig lightly


    under my jaw


    A primal appreciation conveyed with-in their graze


    She rises up


    Her eyes bore through me


    A tender smile when she sees I''m awake


    A gentle kiss


    She settles


    Her breath is hot


    The flow chills across my chest


    Like a breeze whispering on rain drenched flesh


    Electric spikes pulse


    Flowing to my fingers with renewed vigor


    I feel the firmness of her curves through needle like twinges


    My hand molds complimentary to her shape


    Reveling in her warmth


    Her breathing slows


    A softened sigh signals her return to slumber


    A steady hum vibrates against me stealing my thoughts


    Pulling me with her


    Pulling me deeper


    Into her dream