Midnight Interlude

Coming up from the depths of a deep slumber, slowly opening the inner windows of my mind to the physical sensation of touch,  my shaft being drawn into a penetrative state by the hands of my heart’s desire, my body pulled and tugged into position to allow the relief she seeks, no visual contact between us….only our minds and bodies connecting so necessarily on this matter of now mutual need, slow motions lead to fast, gentle touches lead to tiger like grips until final relief is obtained, and then, only then, back down the steep, long steps to slumber, hand in hand.