Quiet Hours II

Evil-minionby Ethel Twigg20 Apr 2015

In quiet hours I pray
for your protection
as my gaze rests peacefully
on your gently sleeping form
chest rising and falling
the nape of your slender neck
invitingly close

Your ebony hair cascading
a waterfall of midnight
through my fingers
your sigh of appreciation
a quiet "yes"
your delicate warm scent
as I bow my head
a single kiss upon your neck
You unfurl and stretch
pressing your body against mine

Legs intertwined
I know that there will never be
a time when I tire of this
when the electricity that courses
through me
at the touch of your skin
and the sight of your curves
is gone.