I'm curled up on my side with you spooning me, like a warm sleepy letter c within a C. I feel you smiling in the darkness because I have slipped under your sheets without my clothes. It is an old lazy horizontal dance that begins with you sliding your arm over me to cup my breast.
My response is to slide my hand under the waist band of your underwear and lightly brush your penis awake. As the temperature rises to the soft hum of the ceiling fan and your wakefulness grows, my heart skitters and leaps like water droplets on a hot skillet.
Outside is night's darkness but, inside of me all sunshine.
