Early rising

It’s early, and you are

probably still asleep.

Warm and safe and

soft

in your bed.

I could come

and join you.

Creep in and

slide home beside you.

Swathe you with my body,

the covers hot and semi-

stifling on top of us, and kiss

you lightly. Wet your lips

and stroke your sides and

feel you come awake

all over,

underneath me.

I could slide

down the bed and

open up to your taste and

get you to stir and rise

like the winter sun

just gleaming in

through the curtains.

But it is very early. And you

were probably up late, and you

are likely still in bed.

Soft and safe and

warm,

asleep.