midnight

My come spreads across her cheek, powder-pale in the moonlight, her scarlet lips open just a little, her breath is warm.

I sigh and she gasps when my finger is in her vagina, I wonder if she has come.

She reads my thoughts, she murmurs: "... yes, lover ..."

A long time passes, and Oh! I'm hard again, her pink lips open, just a little, her breath is warm.

We gasp and sigh as I slip in, deep, I read her thoughts, I whisper, "...again, lover?..."

This time no answer, no words now, I kiss her cheek, powder-pale in the moonlight.