Sleep Well With Me

I lie behind you in our night, close, as your bum fits neatly and so very sweetly, to me, my hands had been requested by OUR pair of lovely Twins, again, there is a match perhaps twas made up high I told you that too much especially of living things, gets in the way, disturbs through its societal demands, a herd of cows with tangled tails will shake foundations of a church! You wait, it is your little tease, before you reach and touch my face, the tips of silken fingers stroke with feather touch the templebone, and rest within the dip that joins in a Teutonic swoop, the jaw. I lean into your hand and press, you answer with a subtle move, one finger leading while the other trails, I feel you now against my loins, no vacant space remains between, I hunger for your tiny little sounds, part breath and yet a melody for sleep. We change, a subtle change and you now offer me your lips a lazy kiss, there would be many more hence tis may be the night's routine. But there is a delay, you stretch, your sternocleidomastoid, it is mine, you love the name and have it memorised, it lends its softness and the curve and frames your neck, as it does now. Your tongue, all moist and timid flesh slides silently between your lips to see if mine are cared for well, I part and feel its stamina, its heat and its exuberance dart into corners now as if to check the inventory of the day. The plan had been to go to Heia* soon, the morning would be cold and painted gray, tonight however, Eros played a melancholy tune, and soon the tide did carry both of us away. Note: HEIA is a term used in the German speaking countries. It means bed or bedtime.