Awakening

I watch the gentle rise and fall
of his chest as he breaths,
sleeping beside me.
I see myself
reaching out my hand to trace,
ever so softly,
the line of his jaw,
the curve of his shoulder,
and to draw rings around
the perfect circle of his breast.
He shivers a little
under my fingers,
then stills with a long sigh
of deep, satisfying sleep.
My fingers dance
down the velvety trail
traversing the center of his stomach,
and float along
the ever stiffening shaft of silky skin
hiding
just below the edge of the covers.
I pause a moment
to lick the little drops of moisture
from his tip,
then fill my mouth
with the semi-flaccid length of him.
I feel him grow and harden
against my lips
and look up
to see him quietly watching me.
My own hunger grows
seeing the heat in his eyes,
and feeling him pull my hair out of my face.
As I continue to lick,
and suck,
and swallow
every inch of him,
I reach one hand down
and feel my own heat and wetness.
Only the fullness
of my mouth
keeps me from crying out,
as my hand glides easily inside,
and scrapes across
my innermost pleasure spots.
My movements quicken,
above and below,
and I hear his moans,
as I feel him pulling
ever more insistently on my hair.
His eyes are still on me
burning with pure, passionate
desire
never wavering,
never blinking,
just watching with intensity,
and intimacy.
I swallow as he explodes inside my mouth,
once again choking back my own cries
of ecstasy.
Our hungers satisfied,
I trace my way back up,
and give him a light kiss on the cheek.
Then I lay my head on his chest,
and we both drift off,
without a word.