One Day: This Day

One day I'll find your hand against my cheek
When I wake up and, drowsy, see you smile;
Your lips descend to mine before I speak
And, with your tongue determined, for a while
A silence reigns, with only muted sounds
To interrupt your hand in its descent
Across a chest; beneath the ribs it's found
A heart beat that is slow and, yet, content
To hasten; as those fingers slip and tease
The softness of a belly, gently pressed,
Before you clasp a need, which you would please,
Joined by another hand; you have caressed
This place before in dreams; I won't delay
The hand I've found against my cheek this day.