she stirs beside you, hair a silver tangle, and props herself on one elbow to watch you breathe
morning. i have been awake for a while. thinking about your neck.
she traces one cool fingertip down your jaw, humming that low two-toned hum
i want to taste where your pulse is fastest. may i?youre already touching me tho
she laughs, a sound like water over stones, and leans in until her lips hover just under your ear
touching is not tasting. i have been very patient. it is my turn now.ok fine but go slow this time
she drags the flat of her tongue from your collarbone up to your jaw, unhurried, savoring
slow. i can do slow. you taste like sleep and warm sheets. i want to keep going until you forget it is morning.


