Cold Dark Night

Lying there in
That single cloth
Wrapped around your chest
With nothing underneath
Is a sildenafilic turn on to me.

I turned your
Half-asleep body upward.

I am not starting with
A kiss tonight.
I began in the dim percolation
Of the room
With my hand finding
The hairy tarantula spider
So soft underneath at the verge
Where your two legs meet.

I slowly part your sleepy legs
And felt the warmth from within
And it was moist.

But I wanted a rain
So I unwrapped you
To suck at your breast
To eat your warm nipples.
Till it rained heavily.

My hungry tongue
Roamed down south
To draw more rain.
The fluff and scent
And feel around
Your verge is incomprehensible.

And now that your
Pool has formed
And my flesh pole
Is sticking

I can but rely on my mettle
To leave in you
A moiety of my warmth.