succumb to sleep

tonight...as the moon began to ascend the heavens

following in the path of the setting sun's rays so, began the journey into thoughts 

caressing...intoxicating.

eyes closed, a need to follow the images beginning to play themselves out.

a fruitful imagination, rich in yielding passions, inviting gestures, a succumbing

to the delights of a lover stiff and hard and demanding.

where a breath held, allows a beating heart to be loud and vocal, drumming in ones ears.

and then the release of a gasp , a bosom heaving, a grasping to hold on to that little bit of sanity left.

for once the erotic knows to take its seat and begin to nibble, lick with delight...

delirious, spell-binding be the fall into sleep.

there be no need for the formalities of sleep...such as a sleeping garment...

rather the feel of flesh warm sliding between the sheets...perchance...perchance...

aaah...how fruitful the imagination knows to be...

goodnight.

RB.