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In the hush of midnight velvet,

where moonlight drips like warm honey,

she lies—Somno, my gorgeous caramel goddess.

Skin like melted sugar, deep and golden,

curves that rise and fall with the slow tide of dreams.

Her lashes kiss her cheeks, full lips parted just enough

to whisper secrets only the night can hear.

I watch her, breath caught in my throat,

this sleeping divinity draped in silk and shadow.

Every inch of her glows—thighs thick and soft,

breasts heavy with the weight of untouched promise,

waist dipping into hips that beg to be worshipped.

My fingers trace the air above her warmth,

not yet touching, savoring the sacred still.

Somno… my caramel dream,

so peaceful, so vulnerable, so fucking divine.

I lean in, lips brushing the hollow of her throat,

feeling her pulse flutter like a secret code.

Down, down the valley between those perfect mounds,

tongue tasting the faint salt of her skin,

sweet as burnt sugar, rich as midnight sin.

Her body stirs but doesn’t wake—

a soft sigh escapes, thighs shifting open

just enough to reveal the glistening temple between.

I kneel in reverence, breathing her in,

that heady, sleeping musk that makes me ache.

Slow strokes along her caramel thighs,

parting them like sacred doors.

My mouth finds her heat, warm and wet and waiting,

tongue circling slow, deliberate, devotional.

She moans in her sleep, hips rolling lazy,

chasing pleasure in the dream where I already live.

Fingers slide deep into velvet folds,

curling, stroking, owning every quiver.

Her caramel skin flushes darker, nipples hardening

like ripe berries begging to be sucked.

I rise above her, hard and throbbing,

pressing against her entrance while she sleeps so beautifully.

One smooth thrust—

buried to the hilt in that tight, dripping heaven.

She gasps but doesn’t wake, body clenching around me

like it knows its master even in slumber.

I move slow, deep, savoring every slick glide,

hands gripping those full caramel hips,

watching her breasts bounce with every stroke.

Whispers against her ear:

“Take it, my goddess… feel me while you dream.”

Faster now, the wet sounds filling the dark,

her breathing ragged, lips trembling in ecstasy.

She cums in her sleep—shuddering, pulsing,

soaking me in waves of liquid gold.

I follow, spilling deep inside her,

marking my sleeping caramel queen.

And still she rests, glowing, satisfied,

my Somno—

gorgeous goddess of the sweetest surrender.

When morning comes, she’ll wake with my scent on her skin

and a secret smile…

never knowing how thoroughly

I loved her in the dark.

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