A feminine version of this

I don’t want to wake up. This dull, misty morning isn’t inviting.

I’m totally uwnwilling to start this day.

My hands look for the solace that this pale sun can’t give to my unsatisfied soul.

Slowly, to prolong the moment, they graze the warmth of my coveted oblivion.

My fingertips gently run over its smooth, rounded, hardness. My mouth is craving for a long, deep contact.

Strong yet sweet, it slips inside me, pushing me beyond the borders of my half hearted mood.

My body loosen and quivers at the same time. I’m melting from inside. I’m utterly lost in my cup of coffee.