I sit on your lap, facing you,

Your legs caught between mine

In warm embrace, my fingers

Twirl your silky hair into tight strands,

And I breathe warm air at you,

And it brushes your face in steamy wisps

Murmuring lust songs over your mouth.

I trail chilly fingernails over

The satin of your cheek

And gaze deep into the beautifully

Murky expanse of your watery-brown eyes,

Until the liquid depths leave me

Gasping for breath

My hands caress the length of your back

And my mouth captures yours –

Your body is melting against me

Like soft butter, moulding to my shape

(And like many other lovers,

From history or further in the future)

I long to touch you

My one and only;

To hold you to me forever