I was startled to hear the sound of kissing again. Flesh lapping against each other like waves, my hands stroking the nape of your neck, tracing patterns and you biting my lip, grinning a little bit.
Kiss me.
We're way too eager that your crooked teeth bump against mine.
Laugh and pull away.
Graze the hollow at the base of my throat.
Your earlobes.

Your hands.
My *******.
Gasps that escape our lips.
Kiss.

A little ****** of
sleepy conversation crept
in through the window.

It slowly sneaked in
and curled up on my duvet
and let out a sigh.

Therefore, I made a
sad, ****** haiku on it
and went back to sleep.