The Faint Smile While I Sleep

Tomorrow
Slivers of light find the
creases of the drawn shade
through untied curtains
fluttering in the kiss of
a humming fan
that tried
to prevent our eager
tempted souls from steaming over.
It failed, we boiled.
Now in the cool sheets
quiet breathing, dreaming
of the bond of salty skin and
shared slumber embrace.
Clenched my eyes await
those clenched eyes of yours
so deeply
I yearn to see...every moment
that time, space, place,
tomorrow or sorrow
averts their visions away.

Tonight.
I wait. Rest. Smile. Await to
behold the triumph,
of a day that begins
at a rousing midnight.
With soft lips tasting
nape of neck, fiery cheeks
dainty forehead, swollen maidenhood.
Slow fingertips dance-
slickened circles, skating on saliva
around nipples
awaking far faster than you,
next to me.
The tingling tiny bell
under your covers is rung
carnal alarm bell
you rise and shine
with that slow moan
Shh, don't talk, just enjoy
until you make
a delicious nectar tasted
and guttural cries of my name
in a tambor not your own
muffled in my ears but beautiful
by your thighs.
And all before you wake up later
to the smell of juice and pancakes-
cooked by the source of your smile
my quiet hands
at dawn.
It would be my pleasure.