Until the Morning

Woken from slumber dew drops still due he cups her cheeks to his lips purposely pauses for effect passion pounds to peak. Lucky are walls that see love making unmasked touches take longer to fade stained are the glossy eyes where stares have been. Words turned down to a minimal Mimes move in Bodies breathe as bodies bang hands dive to his bareness leaving love marks to the skin. Nothing will numb the nakedness No shame will make them shake Stories are shared through salivia Stopping could set them apart unless vibrations have cum.