I love to find you sleeping when I wake

(a gen-x sonnet)          
           
I love to find you sleeping when I wake,          
To feel you stir with every subtle touch.          
You warm with every liberty I take,          
Soft fingers in my prodding's softer clutch.          
           
I love the way you open love to me,          
Hands guide my mouth that tongue might circles turn.            
Then pushing back so I can closely see,          
Your open flowing want, your waking yearn.          
           
I love the way you take me into you,          
Both thrill of opened mouth and grasping hips.            
With throbbing moan, your throbbing wet imbue,          
And coax my throbbing wet with wanting lips,          
           
 A feast of bitter-sweetness when we're done,          
 A carnal grace to greet the rising sun.          
           
(a song for my muse,          
that she might be amused)            
           
(Photo credit: MLR Photo Arts)