Exhausted, we fall into bed,

Folding into each other,

Resolute for sleep.

Four hours until the alarm,

I close my eyes,

While my body opens.

A tremble reaches for my chest,

And rises to my throat.

“Can’t sleep,” I murmur,

As i’m poked from behind.

And so we tumble and play,

In the sexy clumsiness of ardour.

Careless for rest, easy to please.

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