sleep quarters
the first quarter of my sleep
was spent in the company of indigestion
the second quarter was lost in a hot
sweaty restless mess
the third quarter was mainly me
hugging my pillow
my head resting between your breasts
tears wetting your nipples
mouth sucking them like a hungry babe
and with my arms tight around your waist
my leg across your thighs
my hairs brushing your smooth
shaved mound down below
the rest I can only vaguely recall:
sparkles of sunlight
filtered yellow and gold
streaming unconscious
floating over us
enveloping our bodies
wrapped in gauze
healed by angels' songs
that's where my lonely night ended
and my lonely morning began
words ©Colin Hill 2015
raypool
Tue 3rd Nov 2015 14:21
sex on the edge of sleep for a start is a wild and wonderful thing. I remember it vaguely. But the idea of separation for the day is a reminder that the night can be wonderful as well and life is a preparation for dark forces.
horny bastard. Regards, Ray