Fuck Me

It’s early morning and the sun begins to sneak through the blinds.
I’m still exhausted from the night before, which ended only hours ago.
I turn my head to you and watch you as you sleep.
Your mascara is smeared and your lipstick stains my sheets.
Your hair is draped across the pillow and images of it wrapped tightly around my hand replay in my mind.
I touch your lips that earlier were one with mine.
The taste of you still lingers on my tongue.
My hand grazes your thigh and you begin to stir under the sheet.
Your legs part ever so slightly and I’m welcomed in by their warmth.
My heart begins to race as I feel the suppleness of your skin and the wetness of your arousal.
My fingers begin to explore you, both in and out.
Your eyes remain closed but you let out a muffled moan.
You turn to me with your piercing dark eyes and say only two words “Fuck Me.”