Awake Again

Long, soft, dark hair brushes my eyelids,
Smooth, warm skin against mine,
Slowly he presses into me and completely,
But his jewel blue eyes don't shine
And his tight, thin lips give only a shallow kiss
From a taught, dry mouth.

Laying underneath his heavy body
I breath in his scent
And like an ice-cream,
I bite his thigh, tasting his salty sweat.
Clenched are his 'steel like' leg muscles
That lie beneath black hair on white skin.

Naked and real, his touch is firm,
His restless soul now needs to settle
Like an ancient warrior that has grown tired,
Relief has come, rain may fall,
Loneliness will leave him now, he has won
And deep passions once again may thrive.

This night he has found a home,
A body, a spirit, with whom he can be felt,
Many bodies had laid under his before
And some had only said they would,
Now his tongue would search no more,
I feel his strong, calm completeness.