so lying next to her,
he stretched
as she curled up into his side
nestling softly, her cheek on his chest.
his fingers playing in her hair
as the fading evening light quietly bathed them.
even as they finished
only minutes ago,
losing time, filling the space of the universe,
there and back and again,
she could not wait for later.
his touch, his scent,
his voice as he spoke about
nothing in particular but everything in her world,
she needed him.
and again she felt it...
the Y's yearning for him, the ache.
she lifted her face to him
caressing his to her lips,
sensually seeking, softly
her tongue caressing his
within the warmth of her mouth.
she found his hand and put it...
his finger knowing her,
dipping into her moistness.
gently polishing the hidden pearl.
needing him, a soft moan escaped,
"...please..."
he moved closer, his finger
surrounded by salty-sweet and nectar,
"come here," he beckoned within her,
"come, come"
over and again,
until he brought her
the dawn, the stars, the sea...
and over the horizon.
..his gentle kisses
guiding her back to his arms. | 
