Her, my lover

Wake from dream here in bed,
Awake for whisper said,
Role over to see her there,
Upon the pillow with her hair,

There she is still asleep,
Beauty to make an angle weep,
Breathing sound a so sweet,
Upon her chest my eyes do meet,

There I see there be no cloths,
Under covers she lie expose,
There be a smile on my lips,
And there, movement on my hips,

There what crashes my dreams,
Her hand or hands for it seems,
Softly hold my shaft in clam,
I shiver the feeling in her palm,

There reality is she's awake,
The sleep act was fake,
Excitement was there in her face,
I froze there in my place,

She leaned over and took my hand,
I wondered where it would land,
To her lips she paced a kiss,
A beat my heart a miss,

Then down low our hands did move,
And place my hand upon her grove,
Slowly with great care,
I felt her sex so fair,

Warm went to hot and hot to wet,
Sliding across where my fingers met,
I rolled over to see her best,
My nose there met her breast,

With my mind hot a fair,
I looked upon her body bare,
Her teasing me down below,
Het goal is there, now I know,

In one motion I did define,
I take it now, I make her mine,
With a lovers care,
I ran my hand through her hair,

Our lips in a kiss so strong,
Making love for hours long,
With all the passion in that I see,
her climax flow all over me,

She held me close to her chest
I lightly suckled and kissed her breast,
We cuddle close there in the bed,
 Where silence rulled there unsaid,

Betweent the sheets where we be,
Something there we could see,
As plain a white upon a dove,
Her, it is I do love.