knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

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An Almost Midnight Tryst

One of those moments.....not IK in particular....

An Almost Midnight Tryst

Midnight, and for some reason
I awake,
turning towards you to make
sense of the moment,
as I find  myself lying there,
snuggled in your arms,
your hair
tickles my nose,
your hand
moves across the bare
skin of my leg,
as moonlight cascades through the blinds.
You press your stiffness
against my thigh,
once, twice, three times,
you hand tracing liquid fire –
I moan softly with the start of my desire
then sigh
as you start to snore. 
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