A Peaceful Morning Moment

I woke before her,
Rolled over,
Watching,
Staring at her,
A sleep,
Just a few inches,
Away from me.

Its a peaceful,
Sweet moment.

The rise and fall,
Of her chest;
Listening to the,
Cute little purring noises,
She makes —
A little girly kind of snore.

The scent of the night before,
Naked bodies,
Musk of sex.

The memories,
Of the passions,
Satiated,
Quenched.

And,
Now,
Frankly,
Wanted,
Again;
My hand,
Gently,
Between her legs,
Resting,
Lightly,
There.

Moving,
Just barely,
There,
Barely,
Parting,
Her still swollen lips.

No movement yet,
Only,
A dreamy touch,
There.

A kiss,
Softly,
On her cheek,
Her lips.

A little more pressure,
Between her,
Other,
Slowly parting,
Lips.

My own lips,
Her nipple,
In my mouth,
My tongue,
Caresses.

She stirs;
I pause.

My finger,
Slowly,
Into her wet place,
Barely,
Very slowly,
Moving,
Making her ready.

She stirs,
Dreaming;
Sighing;
Legs parting.

She,
Dreamily,
Awakening,
Eyes fluttering,
Confused.

My body,
Between her legs;
My cock,
Ready,
Its head,
Slowly,
Parting,
Pausing,
Entering.

Now,
More fully,
Awake;
Softly,
Moaning,
Sighing,
Accepting,
Welcoming,
Responding,
To my cock,
Slowly,
Beginning,
To thrust,
Move,
Inside her.