Sexual Desire Ignites Alone
He always falls asleep
as we watch movies late.
Its like a sleeping pill to his
weary soul.
Snoring gently I yearn to wake him
with kisses,
extracting his taste,
his smell intensifies as his cock rises.
I disrobe, my own scent tuning to his-
He responds with take my tongue,
smashing it, tasting it and
then releasing it after the course of passion.
His li[ps wet with my juices,
come to mine once again-
My breasts perk as he pays attention to each detail
of my areole and nipples,
a rash left on my clavicle,
his teeth leaving marks upon my skin
The savage claim-
we sleep.

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