Happy Surprise Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

In the deepest dark
of a black night
a small jangle wakes you.

Deep in sleep,
flesh feels skimmed
caressssed.

Still between dream and reality,
you feel heat rise up
the hollow of your spine.

It brings your hand from
beneath the quilt to grasp
the architect of your desires.

There you stumble on palpitating flesh
that your hand clasps without warning,
and with panting rhythmic stroking
sweetly crescendo
into paroxysms and soft moans.

Upon waking there is no trace of the
presence you straddled in bed.
Only streaks on the prosecutor's linen cloth!