curve of your breast without waking you - I drift back asleep contented and
breathing the warm scent of you - the fresh spring air
drifts in on the night breeze. Rain refreshes foliage that taps against the
window - morning drifts imperceptibly closer as does our burgeoning passion.
Your warm relaxed body knows no inhibition, still intoxicated by the ease of
sleep, you drift willingly to my waking lustlure - helpless to hold back the
waves that rush your body in longing.