Alarm clock ringing - seemingly miles away
As I stirred, and in most languid,
slow motion, reached
I heard your voice, a gentle whisper, calling to me
As I lingered between two worlds,
betwixt reality and a dream

I felt your touch ever so lightly on my shoulder
As my hand reached for my phone in the realm
of the known,
A dual existence, with two worlds interweaving
Where sense and sensuality, both at odds,
beckon me home

Morning sunlight was peeking through the window blinds above
As I retrieved my phone and silenced the chime
Save for quiet breathing and your gentle sigh
The room was silent as you put your lips to mine

Boundaries were...