Spooning On Empty

Home!
It’s late
A long day!
I lay down my
Heavy load

She’s already sleeping

Crawl into bed with
The day’s sea of faces
Fading,
Chattering voices
Finally beginning to ebb.
Totally drained

Disentangle the sheets, blankets
Wrapped around her
Quietly, I come up behind her
Nestle into a spoon.
Feel her round soft butt
Against my groin.
I become aroused
At the feel and scent of her

Suddenly, we’re floating
No longer in bed
But on a tranquil body
Of water lazily and
Gently drifting along

The rise and fall of
Her breathing body
Is now synchronous
With mine

Her heart beats
In my chest
The day’s tension and worries
Evaporate, fade away
With each breath.

Stress subsides, replaced
By peace, comfort.
My mind’s Eye imagines
A fuel gauge
It begins to move from empty
To a quarter
A half
Three quarters
Full!

It’s pitch black
But anyone present
Would see my teeth
Like the Cheshire Cat’s
As I smile contentedly.

I roll over now ready
For sleep’s warm
Numbing cloud to descend and
Envelope me.