As she sleeps I can only sit in awe at the form that caresses my bed top.
Her hair flowing around the curves of her back. Reaching playfully out to the dimples right above her backside.
Depressions that give way to the art, the chiseled masterpiece that i love so much.
Supported by legs that could sail a thousand ships. just the curve of her soft calf muscle is enough to make my manhood jump at the seam of my pants.
How could I be so lucky, since when did i deserve to view such elegance so closely, be given the opportunity to touch a piece of heaven and maintain life.
My attraction for her throbs throughout my body , as the sun plays peeping tom at my window.
My mind is at work, working on a plan of attack.
As I kiss the back of her neck I know now that i can no longer turn back there is no stopping what is about to take place I only hope I haven't made a mistake.
Hands move before mind has given them direction and my body pleas with heart to steady it's pace.
If my mouth waters anymore I fear I'll dehydrate, shrivel and blow to dust.
But I hunger so for her... more than the mornings meal!
She is all the sustanance I need.