Before dawn

Early morning,
Well before dawn,
I wake hungry
 
And, of course,
I can’t return to sleep,
My mind racing
All around you
 
How many hours before you wake?
How long before I may ask?
 
What would sate me?
 
My lips hungrily teasing you,
Your voice wavering
Beautifully in my ear;
An hour spent
Lips to lips,
Hearing your voice
In the torment of pleasure,
Feeling your blissful struggle,
Till you touch
The edge of ecstasy
And insist we meet mouth to mouth
And hips to hips,
And you coax me to fruition
With the most lusty
Erotic dance
That you’ve ever cocooned me in
 
And at last we part,
Gasping,
Trembling,
Sticky sweet,
Satisfied
 
 
 
You open an eye,
Surveying the dark room,
Your head remaining down on your arm,
And I hear your whisper:
 
‘Hey, handsome,
Hungry?’