morning time

 laying between her thighs i feel her breathing.

her stomachs slow rise and fall against my throat.

her ribs heated press on my cheek.

heart beat steady humming on my ear.

she is beauty in all of its forms.

she said i was addicted.

i smiled and thought to myself,

               no my dear,

this is what love is. 

.. as fast as she woke she was then back asleep. 

and i find myself wondering if she has ever been in love before… or made love to a woman…

i watch her lips.. warm and black like berries. 

i watch the lines and want to trace them with my tongue. 

… but i just watch. i could overpower this woman if only she knew..

the things in my mind I’ve been wanting to do with….wanting to do to…. just wanting…

the wanting of her.

the slow slow drip that quickly turns into a flood

when ever I slip….

….last night she asked where i was..

i replied i’m in your belly. can’t you feel me my love?