Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe …
When I awake from my most beautiful dream, with Feng Teng already awaken and he is lying in between of my thighs. Instead,I continue closing my eyes back to sleep but Feng Teng rubbing his nose against mine. I force me to wake up.
"Morning, babe." He greet me softly.
I groan a bit as I extending my arms above my head in a long, satisfying stretch.
God Bless You, I slept so well last night
