I awaken to feel your presence beside me. Fighting off the stiffness of sleep, I immediately reach out and draw you closer to me. Into me. Your skin is soft, and tickles the hairs encompassing my arms and legs. I reach completely around you, holding you, hugging you, as if claiming my prize. My reward. You. I reach up with my right hand and gently stroke the hair flowing from your head. Combing, entangling, enjoying the moment. Massaging the back of your head, your neck, your shoulders and your back. Roaming your body, traveling lower and lower, but never missing a spot. I want it all. My lips find your nape, my tongue gently strobing for flavor. Sweetness, saltiness, my hunger begging for more. Grabbing your head and bringing it to mine, our mouths collide, lips shivering, tongues darting, sweeping, trying to find each other and become one. The taste of us is almost unbearable, the ecstasy of our saliva, the wanting, the needing, the desiring for it all. There is no more you and I, just us. Us.