His complexion is dark
even more so in the dimness of the night
A smooth polished ebony
what little light there is
playing on the curve and contours
of his wide shoulders
broad back
long thighs
knobby knees
I know I should have been asleep long ago
I can’t
there is such a screwball perfectness
to his form in sleep
marred only by
scars collected over the years
each one a separate story
each one a separate delight
He turns in is sleep and reaches out
I move just close enough to lay within
His reach
his hand slowly slides down my arm
from the shoulder to the elbow
to the hand to the fingers resting on
my hip and thigh searching
For something
even he doesn’t realize
that he’s looking for
I smile to myself
and nuzzle close to him
feeling him
smelling him
silently whispering
I’m here
right here
right next to you
And finally having found
the something
only his sleeping soul can find
his hand relaxes
and I feel his body
go deeper into the sleep
he never woke from
and finally I join him
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