Sunrise memories

I wake from fruitless half assed slumber,  
the tossing and turning no longer worth my effort  
and in silver coated delirium of half-less sleeplessness  
I reach…  
and reach…  
to find your hand,  
hoping it to be where it was on that night  
so very long ago.  
 
Finally I find the softness  
of twisted sheets  
and the misplaced folds  
of empty blankets  
that now fill that place in my bed.  
 
Closing my eyes as tight as I can  
I reach again  
and finally find  
ghosts of memories;  
just enough  
to calm the burning behind my eyes.  
 
Your warmth, next to me,  
soft and still in the soft golden sunrise,  
serenely sleeping like perfection.  
 
I break the moment by touching you,  
temptation stronger than preservation  
as the moment edges in time toward  
bittersweet passing.  
 
So I run my fingers across your bare skin  
like water sliding across,  
down your side until I find  
your flimsy defense,  
satin chastity belt  
and I have the key  
lightly tickling you awake  
with calloused fingers firm embrace,  
you invite me to taste  
and my hand slides down  
your panties.  
 
Fingers greet your  
gushing need,  
your cunt inviting  
to my growing greed  
as I slide one leg  
over one leg,  
your eyes still closed  
as you take me in.  
 
and the sunrise grows brighter  
as my mind fills with desire,  
I position myself higher  
and fill you with a fire.  
 
Friction quickens,  
stirring me deeper  
and deeper awake  
from this half sleep;  
 
and just like that,  
the memory fades  
but just enough remains  
to climax, and then float away.