Our afternoons

Afternoons remind me of you,
Strong fingers of sunlight streaming in,
The light playing with our shadows,
Meshed into you, melting against your hot skin,

Your breath on the back of my neck warms me.
Making me want to sink deeper in your arms,
My breasts rest cupped in your hand,
Held in reverence in your cushioned palm,

My legs lean like slender stems against your muscled limbs,
Your delicious cock, half awake, languid against my back,
I'm tempted to reach behind me,
To unfurl your strength, evolution in my curled fingers,

Tender trusting embrace,
Your cock sleepily awakens against the curves of my ass,
It's read my mind while you restfully sleep,
I let it scrawl your name on my skin.

My nipples peek between your hands,
Like ripe red plums, like rubies adorning your fingers,
I close my eyes, and lean back into my dreams again,
I love our afternoons.

And when we wake..!