5:13 A.M

Look at the time... 

It's like clockwork you roll over and begin to work your magic. 

Gentle touches with kisses from the ear to the neck, neck to breast.

 It's the witching hour when you cast your spells. 

Ahh... and I know them well. 

You bear water from my springs, frequently, sweetly. 

You play in my springs till you reach your fulfillment. 

There is a certain look of ecstasy on your face, you marvel in how effective you are.

This is the time you press your scent into me, feeling and seeing the spells you cast. 

You know your rituals are never too fast you take just the right time. 

We frequently play the game and I always surrender, I see in your eyes you like that.

You know with each stroke of an ego, each choke, each time we take this trip, it will always be at my detriment. 

If nothing else we lie to each other while laying with each other.

Neither of us can decipher who. 

  5:13 A.M.