Exquisite

Demolished dreams fall away,
fragmented.
He can tell its dawn,
soft light filters in,
the pink of day.

He turns his head and focuses
on the pillow,
the sprawl of her hair.
One smooth shoulder rises above
the sea of covers.
She lies on her left and he knows
without seeing
her right hand cradles her cheek.

He rolls, careful not to wake her,
a sleepy warmth reaches out
embracing him.
She stirs and he eases an arm through hers,
his hand finds her soft breast
the nipple, a hardening kernel in his palm.
In that small gesture is desire so strong
it swells in the pit of his stomach,
consumes him.
His fingers remember the silk
of her belly, the smooth sweetness
of her inner thigh.

She is awake, pressing back,
he feels her cushion him between firm buttocks.
Murmuring, she fits to him
easing his hardness to the cleft.

Now she is in the moment,
arching her back,
moving her shoulders away.
The delicious slide as he finds her center,
enters her , still scooping her breast
exquisite.