Morning heat

It’s afternoon,
yet our morning has made a lasting mark.
Waking to your movement,
alive by your touch,
warmth building from your whispers.
You make me twitch,
squirm,
rhythmically move.
Take me so I can take you.
Mold me as a harden,
run long fingertip lines,
lay lips and sink teeth.
Taste me, tease me, let me take before I wake.
Alarms are coming.
Let’s,
before they.

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