Warm.
Belly to belly.
My arms looped around you
I settle my cheek against yours.
Easy comfort.
You pull my thigh up to your hip
and settle intimately against me,
no urgency in the gesture.
Your erection speaks more of early mornings
than any driving lust.
I am aware of the hard shape
of you against me.
You pull me closer
because you can
and I make a soft sigh
relaxed and pliant against you.
Have I always fit you this well?
Or like rock and wave
over time
have you shaped me
or I you?
Have we just grown together over the years
hip to hip
into this perfect
fit.
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