I wish I could see you tonight, just before closing my eyes, as we kissed goodnight.  My arms would wrap you tight, while your legs would interlock mine.  We would cuddle against each other with a subtle passion that would spark bodily friction throughout the night.  My lips, at first resting over your cheek, would slowly find their way to your upper lip.  There, I would kiss you delicately as if touching fragile art.  I would then smell the nightly scent of your sleepy skin, akin to sweetened condensed milk.  My nose would slowly start to embrace yours, as your body pressed its feminine duplicity against my chest.  Your hands would slowly massage my back, while mine do the same for you, except farther down and further back.  Then, your legs and mine would play a game of chess in which we are always looking to bring each other down.

As I moved on to kissing your bottom lip, I would feel the slippery softness of your playful tongue.  It would start by touching my upper lip, and almost magically make its way to my own wet tongue, and back into your mouth, and forth into mine again, and back and forth, and forth and back.  And then, as we greeted each other’s mouths, I would roll over on top of you, while you made an orgasmic sound.  And you would make it again, many times throughout the night, until the sweat and the tiredness would take us wholly.  Back to cuddling, with me still inside you, we would fall asleep in each other’s arms, to the whispering sounds of a happy night.