Sensual Play

It’s early morning and you’re still in sleep And I’ve woken up to the miss of your skin Your hair with the lingering smell of your neck That has drifted too far away in bed Although it is still too dark to see I dug my way through cover and sheet I hug behind feeling your care In between this cotton layer I run my hand on your naked waist Wanting there more I can taste Moving further towards the obvious crest Your tender and so soft felt breast The touch did though wake you up As i try flick us more to rub You turn towards as I resign You subbed your legs crossing mine Our away bodies now partying touch Yearning passionately of more such You poked me in my tingly place Arousing more this interlace In turn excitedly I tingled yours Shushing out escaping roars We chuckled and smiled Moaning too but mild All the passion we share In this morning love dare Then I pulled myself little back But drooling sensation still hack Making you stretch as i sway And moving yourself back away Still smelling the scent you let On my finger return back wet Makes again drowsy more to lay This diary of sensual play.