As He Slept

He slept as she, on tippytoes, came in, she smiled and bent in silence then to kiss his brow. He stirred, perhaps he marvelled at the thoughts, the vivid dreams, their hopes and wishes as their time went by. She felt secure, a happy girl whose charge, whose flowerboy was safe at home, attended to by loving hands and touches from her tongue; she brushed his temple now, her hair engulfing his sleep-flushed face, there was a hint of salt, its taste mixed with what she now knew was his, she loved to feel his lashes as they gave submissively in to her flesh, bathed in saliva as the eyes dreamed on. His hand now reached, unsteadily for hers, and both, one dwarfed, sought out his trusted place, and pleasant heat soon welcomed them, the whisper of their nights. She sat, as he would say she placed her lovely bum upon his bed and studied him, the dark had yielded to infinity which fed her eyes and looked into the years that would unfold, her other hand now sought the comfort in the company of two, he'd named them Twins, two soft and silky mounds with knobs of pink. She stayed, a wistful smile spread to her lips where one small drop condensed from silver mist had trickled down, they'd talked about so many things, the high-fallutin' ones and some domestic chores and happenings, as if they were without a question now a pair. He'd been afraid of taking sleep lest trumpet sounds would break the morning's peace, he'd talked about a fast so empty tubes would not disturb yet she, (another smile replaced the old) had laughed and he had joined at last, there would not be a wall, they'd grown as if the gardener had placed them in hormonal soil, and they would share, she had remarked without delay all things in life which was, and this they knew, a life of one. She kissed his ear, her acrobatic tongue exploring deep, it was an echo in his dream, bounced back from walls of stone and muffled by the waterfall inside the cave. She thought about it, long and hard, and knew that she would never leave, she'd hold his hand as he had said throughout their life and, finally until the moment one would have to go. And then, there was again the scurge of time, they'd wait until the advent of their true infinity when they would, once again, be holding hands, and kissing eyes and ears, and touching skin, and smothering, each taking turns, the other with their endless love. He'd have prepared their private cloud and fretted over things, he'd want her happy smile and find their heart again, its beat so reminiscent of a drum, to share eternity.