Until she wakes

The light from the television illuminates her beautiful features as she sleeps.

I watch from across the room as the blankets rise and fall with each breath she takes.

Her chest. Her beautiful ivory breast.

Soft, supple, tender nipples.

If only I were that blanket right now.

But she sleeps. Until she wakes.

Turning over onto her side, the blanket moves and reveals her curves.

The hips I love to grab and those thighs, those powerful thighs.

Those thighs that when wrapped around me leave me motionless.

But she sleeps. Until she wakes.

I hear her breathing, I love that sound.

Especially when I can feel her breath on my skin.

When we make love and her breath quickens and gets louder.

Breathing that eventually turns into moans.

But she sleeps. Until she wakes.

I climb in and watch her from a closer distance.

Even more beautiful from my side of the bed.

My hand traces her thighs and her legs.

She stirs just a little, but she continues to sleep.

My lips touch the back of her neck. Instant goose bumps.

But she sleeps.

I trace the length of her back with my mouth from her neck down to her thighs.

Those powerful thighs.

She sleeps.

And with a single kiss from my lips on hers.

She wakes.