Sunrise Between Your Thighs Poem by Marcelino Rahh

I wake to the scent of you,
warm skin, damp sheets,
your body curled into mine,
hips pressing back, teasing, tempting,
sleepy, soft, but wanting.

I kiss the nape of your neck,
slow, lazy, savoring,
fingers trailing between your thighs,
finding you slick, ready, waiting.

A sigh escapes your lips,
barely awake, barely aware,
until my fingers sink inside,
stretching, pressing, coaxing you to life.

Your breath hitches,
hips rolling, body waking,
your thighs part, inviting,
your moan, hushed, desperate.

I slide down, settle between your legs,
tongue flicking, tasting, devouring,
your hand in my hair, gripping, guiding,
your body arching, surrendering.

Soft gasps turn to ragged moans,
your body trembling, unraveling,
until you shatter beneath my mouth,
spilling, shaking, wrecked.

Rising, hands gripping your waist,
flipping you, pressing you down,
spreading you open, guiding myself in,
a slow push, stretching, filling—
your gasp swallowed by the pillow.

I move, deep, unhurried,
hips rolling, savoring, teasing,
your body pulsing, gripping,
taking me deeper, demanding more.

The morning light spills across us,
bodies slick, tangled, moving,
breathless, desperate, rising,
until you break again,
dragging me with you,
both of us collapsing into the sheets,
spent, shaking, breathless.

The world stirs outside,
but here, in this bed,
nothing exists
but you, and me,
and the heat still lingering between the sheets.