Morning Dance

The Morning Dance

In the pre-dawn hours
before the sun has begun to peek
through the blanket of darkness
You reach for me

My slumbering dream
is replaced by one better
for it is a waking dream
as your fingers begin to stroke my skin

I sigh as you move you hands on me
soft and seeking
Feeling your lips on the back of my neck
I stretch and sigh again

You find my breasts, and softly caress them
as my hand covers your's
and I turn my head to kiss you

Tongues gently jousting
I move back against you
to feel your need
your want

You remove the thin layer of silk
separating our union
as I push back more in anticipation
Your hardness presses against me

But for the moaning
we are silent
letting our actions speak for us
There is no need for words

Your hand touches my soft bare mound
and moves to my heat
my legs moving to accomodate your
probing fingers

Bending slightly at the waist
I arch my back
feeling your hardness
searching for it's home

My soft, wet, tight flesh
yields to you as you begin your entry
Pushing deeper inside me
We both moan

Slowly, gently uniting
as the sun begins showing it's first light
Our two bodies become one
In our morning dance of love

Still silently we move
until with the sun
we begin our ascent to the light

More urgent now
our bodies move as one
Until we explode in ecstacy
As the light replaces the darkness
and the sky explodes into light