mornings when I don’t want to wake up

When love feels like rain on my naked skin after the sun sets. Like the velvet touch of your lips upon my hips. Sinking deeper and deeper into the sea of blankets. Your hands, your fingers, your touch. Silk touch. Feeling like the moon, you rise above my soul. Our tongues touch, the stars shine in and the night is ours. With love that is made with no time to stay. Steal my eyes and tuck me in.