Male writers - part 4

A continuation of writings , contributions from a males perspective.

You have got to love this one reader...how lucky be she...and he.

Slowly the morning seeps into their consciousness

The room is dimly, softly lit through the curtains

Warm, soft, cuddled, the two lovers lie together

Their hands softly, gently touching each other

Drifting in and out – dreaming/awake/asleep

He turns into her body, caressing her hair, her back, her buttocks

Her nipples grow hard, her breathing more audible

His hand moves more urgently, purposefully

Slipping down between her legs, finding her lips, wet, yielding

His fingers tug at her, tease her, slip into her

A moaning arching in response, seeking more

His hardness presses against her but is withheld

For today a different way holds sway

His hand, pressing further into her, filling her all,

Feeling the softness move within her, alive, aroused,

Gripping, flexing, pulsating, giving, more and more

Time seems to stand still, but she falls further into the vortex

Wanting more, urging more, until she can endure no more

The touch, the taste, the scent, the feel, the everything

That makes them as one, past, present and future

No matter what.

-anon-