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