Monday, April 10, 2006

Under the bedcovers

He woke me up again last night, tears streaming down his face. I snuggled up to him, kissing the sweet spots on his neck and cheeks navigating around the bristles. I pushed my thigh between his. Arms around him, trying to stay awake as he mumbled details about his dream. Then, this morning I awoke to him caressing his own body and moaning. He makes me laugh. Sometimes he even sings in his sleep. I have woken crying twice in the past week, trapped in nightmares that won't let me out. A scary breathless feeling. Suffocating, drowning. I once had a lover who would sleep-fuck. Yes, truly. It was fun to wake up to his gentle, erect nudges. His eyes open but blind with sleep. He'd wake up and furiously deny it, but my dirty sheets were proof.


Blogger Mary Blackchurch said...

Hmmmm..could be nice. I've eaten while asleep before and had a few mosit ones..but no a sleeping lover yet..may happen.

5:55 PM  

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