Not quite Cinderella

There she was  
Like Sleeping Beauty  
Except that, though a beauty  
Neither was she dressed  
Nor was she sleeping.  
Only relaxing, enjoying,  
Exhotically dreaming  
With her eyes closed  
Keeping them closed
As her lover  
Placed a sweet kiss on her lips  
Keeping them closed  
As he moved gently to her breasts  
With more delicate kisses,  
Down her belly  
Down to the precious  
Lower lips  
And that is when she  
Felt the delicious  lick  
Of the tongue  
Opened her eyes  
And smiled.