The room is dark

  The fire burned out long ago

  Just a whisper of it still remains among the coals

  My shoulder aches

  My arm is senseless

  Yet I dare not move

  The sheets are crumpled

  Bunched up and twisted uncomfortably beneath me

  Her body is wet

  Glistened with sweat

  As is mine

  We glow gold

  The lingering embers

  Casting their charm upon us

  The scent around us envelopes

  It's thick and heady

  Yet clean

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  Honest

  Our hair is matted

  Tussled and strewn

  Betraying the passionate accord

  We sojourned so slowly

  When the fire was raging

  Her sensual sonnet still sings in my ears

  Her teeth dig lightly

  under my jaw

  A primal appreciation conveyed with-in their graze

  She rises up

  Her eyes bore through me

  A tender smile when she sees I'm awake

  A gentle kiss

  She settles

  Her breath is hot

  The flow chills across my chest

  Like a breeze whispering on rain drenched flesh

  Electric spikes pulse

  Flowing to my fingers with renewed vigor

  I feel the firmness of her curves through needle like twinges

  My hand molds complimentary to her shape

  Reveling in her warmth

  Her breathing slows

  A softened sigh signals her return to slumber

  A steady hum vibrates against me stealing my thoughts

  Pulling me with her

  Pulling me deeper

  Into her dream