3am Calls with you.

You look at me
With that look
And you climb between my trembling thighs
Hot breath on my neck
You’re never shy
As you trace your careful fingers down my chest
You pause
 
. tempted .

Heaven calls
Do I answer?
My mind goes to a pleasurable bliss
I am in a trance
Unable to move as this carnal tension pins me down
A lustful husk of a moan
Back arched
Hands clenching my white sheets
Flushed cheeks.
And then we sleep.
My 3am call from heaven.