Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.” Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it.
in the middle of the night,
she made the short drive to his
apartment and quietly let herself in.
Straight to his bedroom she went
crawling under layers of bedding,
planting soft caresses on whichever
parts of his body her hands alighted.
When he stirred, she whispered familiar
words in his ear. Private triggers of arousal
known only to lovers steeped in the mystery
of bonded intimacy.
Later, soaked in drowsiness, they wondered
why people sought couples counseling to resolve
differences, when the oldest, and infinitely
more pleasurable method of conflict
resolution, is always and forever