Again. And again. And again

First times are sacred...

She wakes up slowly,
in the dead of the night 
realising she is with him;
his smell is here,
and the outline of his body is here,
and his deep voice is here,
and he is awake,
and her whole body is aching,
yes, aching in the sweetest way possible,
from too much pleasure
and too much indulgence. 

Not sure
what to do next, 
(what's the bed etiquette 
for waking up in the middle of the night 
after hours of pleasure? 
cuddling? going back to sleep?
talking? feigning indifference??)
she just lies there, waiting,
basking in that awesome feeling 
of knowing you're being taken care of,
of your needs being anticipated and met,
of deeply relaxing into it.

Until she feels him moving closer to her
drawing her to him,
intent on yet another round of love
and she follows him there,
hypnotized, as if in a hazy dream.
''Maybe it is a dream, ''she tells herself.
''You can never tell if it's a dream , 
until you wake up''.

So she plunges into that liquid sea of pleasure
head long again
and again....