Asscrack braille before coffee

 
I woke up with
him pressed against
me, and I  
arched until I could
read his veins  
like asscrack  
braille  
 
his hand
rubbed small  
circles on my
right hip
before dipping
below my waist
 
he growled
that I have  
 
a magic
ass
 
He asked why  
I don’t sleep naked
as he pushed  
lacy boy shorts
down
and the
satin negligee up
 
he knows
 
he knows I like to
have them peeled off
 
he knows I like the  
way sex has a preamble
that starts with my
body unveiled like
a gift
 
he rolled
me face down  
on the bed,
and lightly slapped
the magic ass.
 
and
with his hand
wound  
through my  
hair,  
my face in the pillow,
and my panties  
caught on my ankle
 
he showed me
that type of  
early morning magic
always requires
(flesh)  
 
a willing
sacrifice