Jan 6, 2025
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Spooning
It’s my preferred way to sleep with him
Spooning
For years we’ve slept coupled as one
Nights spent apart we gave grudgingly for the good of humanity, commitment to work
We hungered for and longed for the other with bleeding hearts that spilled over onto wet pillows and in the morning manifested as salty tears
Our bodies function best when the two halves are one
No longer can I sleep the night through without my arm around his abdomen, now rounder, but more beautifully appealing than in youth
My penis resting comfortably aligned with his buttocks crack
My face leaning into his warm sensual neck
Our bodies have magnetically charged, positively and negatively attracting each spooning connective point, intersecting love
Sleeping is intimate love
The warmth of his body is a giant compression sleeve for mine, continuously pumping blood
At times our body temperature ignites éclair, lightning, especially on cold, dry nights under the sheets
Spooning with my husband recharges me
AND I’m alive