When I wake up...

.....When I wake up, my beloved is kissing the back of my neck, probing the ribbon with his tongue. My body rebels wildly, still throbbing with the memories of pleasure but bucking hard . I say his name, and he does not respond. I say it again, and he holds me against him and continues.

He loops his finger through the final twist and pulls. The ribbon falls away. It floats down and curls at my feet, because I cannot look down to follow its descent.......