I’m going to sleep.
That’s all I have left
To keep my mind
From twirling, spinning, tornadoing
Out of control
Wanting you.

On my lips
Between my legs.

And my lips, my tongue, my passion, between your legs.

You moaning uncontrollably
Waking up the neighbors
And falling into my arms
Ecstatically exhausted.

Then sleeping, hungrily anticipating breakfast.