12 Pm. .
She is at rest
The heat off her body is intoxicating
I run my hands up and down her side
Gripping her breast
Soaring under cover and prying open her legs
Sliding and kissing whats mine
Taking my time
Fastening my fingers in the warmness of her body
Knowing its divine somewhere a shrine
pouring myself inside her
She lurches at the first stroke
Moaning and Falling for more
My name gestures from her lips
Under her breathe so I give her what she wants
Pulling her aboard as I climb into her
Taking her gravity  and replacing it with my energy
Stimulating to find the missing parts
Cherishing her more than  a broken home
Casing the sheets with our sweat and tone
Exposing her as a diamond under the lenses
Ending her tune
Releasing my lust
Finishing her spite
Ending the night