Slip and Fall

Slipping into bed..... slipping next to you.... already sleep warm and loose limbed in your sheets.... but turning toward me as I slide along your length.... murmuring... hands seeking my hips.... my ass... pulling me toward you.... your cock warm and thinking about coming fully erect.

Slipping into you....whispering against your skin.... placing those soft and wanting thoughts carefully.... leaving then strewn about the bed.... inside your head... letting you lift them fully formed from the tip of my tongue as it slips over your bottom lip.... slick and hot and soft as butter....

Slipping you into me..... still wet warm.... the memory of your fingers finding me.... lazy drift of flesh on flesh.... and then the want rising and the feel of needing you there.... wanting to feel you... wanting you to find me that way.... the soft slide.... the sticking place... the catching of breath... the pull and tug of you.... the fire in the belly release of you ...and the feel of you slipping away...

Slipping sideways into sleep... snippets of talk... the rise ad fall of words...murmurs into the dark... already forgetting what we said... what we say... wanting to stay....not wanting this to slip away... but finding it hard to make our minds hold onto the words.... the language of love.... tell me.... loved that... will you.... Echoes of the moans of a few minutes ago....distant and fading now.... shadows of the keening want... the small slight sighs and purring throaty sounds of the slipping out of sex and into sleep .....

Slipping away....after the waking and the fucking... after the knowing and the not knowing.... taking the road away from you.... leaving part of me behind...in your care... wanting to be called back...hating to go... knowing you will slip me into your pocket.... keeping me close even as the distance grows....and then.... slipping into the habit of returning.... retrieving.... restarting.

Slipping back to you.... early in the morning before you wake.... late at night after you have slipped into sleep... slipping the key into the lock.... hoping the click does not wake you.... peeling off my clothes as I cross the floor.... climb the stairs.... slide between the sheets. Morning I whisper....slipping into bed... Slipping my hands under the sheets.... letting you slip through my hands....