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.
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