Morning Prayers in Her Honour

Sensations oozing in
The rushing sound of dreams fading away, voices quieting
The hum of traffic, of sirens, of life
Eyes shut, light leaking in, slowly opening
Soft blankets under skin, warmth all around
Tightness inside me
Flexing my root, involuntarily, from habit, for pleasure

Thoughts of her come unbidden
Hardness swells and thickens
A hand slides below blankets
Mine? Or hers? A question for the half asleep
Squeezing, rubbing through soft silk
Insistence
Roll over and check the time -
Just enough, thankfully
Eyes close again

Mind wanders
Her skin, her sound, her smell
My fabric, sliding down
A need and an urge, all at once
Softly stroking
What would she do? You do? What would be said?
Answers as fuel, her writhing body in my mind, her imagined moans in my ears
Harder and faster, now
Tension

Her name: whispered softly, needily, greedily
Finally tightness, deep, fast breaths, small grunts
Her name, louder this time, no longer whispered
Those words unbidden, forcing their presence
Release, and fevered rubbing, expelling myself utterly
Muscles clench, then relax
Head flows back into pillow
Breathing slows
A mess made: early, lovingly, and in her honour