don't wake me

On some days, I wish we could just skip the waking hours altogether and stay in bed. Especially in the mornings, when the air is still so cold and the light is blinding. It's better to be buried under a blanket, the heat radiating from your naked skin. Your scent is intoxicating. Your breathing, always heavy. Your nether regions, wet. Are you dreaming of something exciting? I wish I can get in on the fun. Instead of waking up, we could flit in and out of them, with nibbles of sex in between. Wondering if our senses are fooling us, or if it's just muscle memory. Slowly. Surely. That would be the ideal day. Staying sleepy, feeling horny, never truly waking up.