Middle Of The Night

The sensual summoning
of these unrestricted hours,
while we occupy
seperate beds
these dimensions converge
to awake us
in exact unison,
beneath the nightie
the trickle of syrup
tapped by a subconscious trigger,
bolting my cock skyward
the awareness of that distant taste
before the fitting,
the only freedom we have
aligned by a moment
where the arousal
defies space and time
where nothing is forbidden
and nobody hurts;
truly present to travel
as we stroke ourselves
to meet on that astral plain
searing ourselves
in the lubricants of divinity