Between the Sheets (Sonnet)

A little sonnet I wrote a while back…

Between the Sheets

We wake late from depths of dreams.

I lick my lips as I feel the smooth cool sheets

On my exposed body.

You turn to look at me

Eyes only half open

I can’t help but smile at your curving lips.

Your soft hand

Finds my open thigh;

A gentle caress can only mean one thing.

Your body creeps closer to mine

Between the sheets.

As we touch lips

It is almost as if

I am still dreaming.

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