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I pour myself all over you, like soft butter, thick, warm.
I surround you, soothe every place that's hurting, whether you know it or not.
I still you, warm you, as you sink into restfulness.
Your voice drums in my chest and I breathe you in.
You charm me to my toes, which wiggle and burrow between your ankles, twining your legs with mine.
I happily push my tummy and lap into your round, warm bottom and a giggle escapes me, someplace behind your ear.
I pin your arms to my breasts, as my arm strokes your belly.
My other hand tangles curls in my fingers and tugs.
I could drift for hours in our breathing, shifting, sighs and murmurs.
We are warm, woman animals, basking in our kinship.
Subtle, unconscious, following ancient, wordless rhythms, I begin to rock you.
I rock you and my whole body condenses around you, grips you, pulls you toward my solar plexus, protects and contains you.
I rock you and feel your muscles liquify, your body puddling into mine, as you slip into sleep.
I bury my face in your shoulder blades, inhale deeply and allow a single sound of surprise escape my mouth, into your back, as I feel the wanting release in fluid satiation.
That gently, that insistingly, by primordial tilting of hip, I am gratified by holding you.
I hold you firmly, pulled in to my center, so you will sleep.
My body contains yours.
They become best friends.
My own throbbing lulls me to sleep.
I pour myself all over you, like soft butter, thick, warm.
I surround you, soothe every place that's hurting, whether you know it or not.
I still you, warm you, as you sink into restfulness.
Your voice drums in my chest and I breathe you in.
You charm me to my toes, which wiggle and burrow between your ankles, twining your legs with mine.
I happily push my tummy and lap into your round, warm bottom and a giggle escapes me, someplace behind your ear.
I pin your arms to my breasts, as my arm strokes your belly.
My other hand tangles curls in my fingers and tugs.
I could drift for hours in our breathing, shifting, sighs and murmurs.
We are warm, woman animals, basking in our kinship.
Subtle, unconscious, following ancient, wordless rhythms, I begin to rock you.
I rock you and my whole body condenses around you, grips you, pulls you toward my solar plexus, protects and contains you.
I rock you and feel your muscles liquify, your body puddling into mine, as you slip into sleep.
I bury my face in your shoulder blades, inhale deeply and allow a single sound of surprise escape my mouth, into your back, as I feel the wanting release in fluid satiation.
That gently, that insistingly, by primordial tilting of hip, I am gratified by holding you.
I hold you firmly, pulled in to my center, so you will sleep.
My body contains yours.
They become best friends.
My own throbbing lulls me to sleep.
