Sonnet:Waking You

Waking You
by John Boase
© 1998

Your legs drawn up! An opportunity!
I sneak my way, head first, beneath the sheet;
Maneuvering so I can plainly see
The glories that my lustful senses greet.
A feast of sculpted beauty for my eyes,
Your buttocks rounded, waistline slender-slim;
Tucked in between your alabaster thighs
The patch of hair that I so love to trim.
I ease in gently, touching now your sex,
Your cheeks are warm and smooth against my face;
Your morning-after scent my nose detects,
My semen on your skin a silvered trace.
You stir, and to ensure your sleep's eclipse,
I run my tongue between your lovely lips.