In the dimly lit room Only the sound of steady breathing remains
The night outside the window is deep So quiet it makes one lose focus Gazing at the exposed chest Reason is gradually swallowed With each rise and fall
Gently sliding off the panties, holding breath Letting it slowly sink into those pink, tender, plump petals
「Hmm... won't be able to get up in the morning...」
In that case Perhaps not sleeping would be the better choice.